February in New Chalak was about as miserable a month as you could ask for. It was smack dab where the bitter cold and snowstorms were starting to recede, but hadn’t quite gone away just yet. That meant that the thick blanket of white coating everything had melted down into a slushy, muddy mess, a process helped along by the rainstorms that’d formed now that the air was too warm to hold snow. One such storm was wracking the city now, and if it’d been a few degrees colder, no doubt the streets would’ve been piled two feet thick with snow by the time the morning came. Instead, they were just soaked with water, rain coming down thick as bullets and making a sound to match as it smacked down onto the pavement. It left everything shiny and glittering under the streetlights, everything filled with motion as tiny rivers worked their way down across every surface and into the gutters. From the perspective of someone in a dry, heated room, it all probably looked quite pretty. Beautiful, even. Sean had no such vantage point. Dressed in a faded yellow raincoat and clutching an umbrella tightly in his fists, the cat made his way down the sidewalk. Staying in the library for ‘just a few minutes’ after classes were out had proven to be a mistake—minutes had turned into hours, and what had at first been just a few clouds had turned into something approaching a monsoon, only colder and more miserable. Now the sun had set, he could feel water starting to soak into his clothes despite his raincoat’s best efforts, and he was damned if he was going to make it eight more kilometres in this kind of weather. Ducking into the mildly drier protection of a nearby doorway, Sean reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone, which had thankfully managed to avoid the drenching everything from his shoulders up had received. Water dripping down his face and onto the screen of his phone, Sean flicked through his contacts with stiff fingers in search of someone who’d be able to give him a lift. James was offline, though that wasn’t a particular surprise. It was a Friday, and given the hour and the canine’s particular habits, he was probably either out drinking or heading back to some lucky girl’s apartment to spend the night. Eileen was as well, but she was probably just asleep, not as given to enjoying the nightlife as some of his other classmates were. Josh, Kieran, Natalie—it was the same story for all of them. It seemed the poor weather had everyone driven into their holes, be that their homes or their old haunts to guzzle booze and chase women. Sean couldn’t think of a worse night to be out on the town, but given that he’d only set foot in a club once, and given that was only to ask to use their phone because his own had run out of charge, it might’ve been that he just didn’t have the right mindset to understand such things. Sean shivered. He could always ask his parents to come pick him up, but knowing them, they’d probably gone to bed over an hour ago. Sure, they’d get up for him, tell him that it was no trouble at all to come fetch him, but he really didn't want to be an inconvenience like that. Having to bum rides off of people whenever he wanted to go somewhere made him feel like enough of a burden, he didn’t need to add interrupting people’s sleep onto that. So instead, he sent a text to them. “Spending the night at a friend’s place, will be back tomorrow. XOXO.” Proper punctuation and spelling, as always—just because it was a text didn’t mean there was any excuse for laziness, after all. Of course, that still left the problem of actually finding somewhere to sleep. Contrary to what he’d said, none of his friends’ places were in walking distance—not in this weather, anyway—which only left the option of paying for a room. Flicking over to his web browser, Sean searched for hotels in the area. There was a laundry list of results, but only one that he’d be able to reach without contracting hypothermia: Motel Bello. The image attached showed a squat building with white walls, alternately peeling and yellow in different places. It had a flat roof, and every window was shuttered so that, at a glance, it’d be easy to assume the place was outright abandoned. That, or heavily occupied by those with a vested interest in privacy. He clicked over to the reviews, and found a total of two. One was five stars, praising the value the establishment placed on discretion, how it was the perfect place to escape to with a friend or ‘certain kind of professional’ for an enjoyable night out. The other called it a shithole that even rats had better sense than to visit. Well, sense or no, Sean was desperate. So, punching the address to the motel into his phone, the cat made his way down the sidewalk towards his destination. The walk only took about fifteen minutes, and as it came into view, Sean could see that the picture hadn’t done the place justice. Their neon sign advertising a vacancy had half the letters burnt out, and the western side of the building was covered with graffiti, ranging from surprisingly well-stylized names to crudely done swastikas, most of which were facing the wrong direction. Perhaps not the most charming exterior, but Sean could feel the cold and wet starting to seep through his fur and into his bones, and no amount of hate symbols would be enough to deter him from any establishment that promised a roof and a warm bed. Shuffling across the street and up to the door labeled ‘OFFICE’, Sean knocked three times before shoving his hand back into his pocket, hunkering down on himself in an attempt to conserve as much heat as possible. An impatient sounding growl came in reply, muffled but just barely audible through the door, followed by a man’s voice shouting for him to wait just a second. The sound of claws clicking against wood approached, stopping a moment before the door flung inwards, revealing what Sean assumed was the proprietor of this fine establishment: a rat, looking about six feet tall but with such a hunch to him that he stood a good four inches shorter than that, dressed in a pair of jeans and a wifebeater that was the same yellowish-beige that he’d seen on old computer towers. The rat stared at him, eyes narrowed to slits and nose twitching. “Whaddya want?” Not a shining example of customer service, but Sean’s desire to get out of the rain easily outweighed any complaints about the surly rat’s behaviour. “I’d like a room, please.” “Friggin’ shocker,” the rat muttered, and Sean resisted the urge to point out that he’d been the one who asked in the first place. One clawed hand reached to the side out of Sean’s sight, returning with a key dangling from a fob. “Sixty for the night. Cash only, pull out a card and you can go fuck yourself.” There was a whole lot Sean wanted to say to that, not the least of which was the question of how he managed to pull in a profit charging only sixty dollars a room, but he refrained. The answer to that would probably end up ruining any sleep he managed to get tonight, anyway. Instead, he dipped a hand underneath his raincoat and retrieved his wallet, pulling out three twenties from inside. The rat snatched them from his fingers before he was even able to hold them out, replacing them with a suspiciously sticky feeling key. “103,” the rat said, and sure enough, the fob had the same number, printed in peeling blue paint. He didn’t spare another second before slamming the door shut in Sean’s face. Well, service was certainly swift, even if he couldn’t say it was with a smile. Still, he had more pressing concerns than a bit of brusqueness, such as not freezing to death. So, key clutched tightly in his fist, Sean shuffled along the outside of the building towards his home for the night. It offered all the conveniences that could be reasonably expected for a price of sixty dollars. There were four walls, plus a roof on top of them that seemed to be free of leaks. Mostly, anyway; one of the corners looked suspiciously damp, with what looked like the start of some kind of mold forming at the edges, but it probably wasn’t enough to kill him. Besides, it was green. Sean was pretty sure it was the black kind that put you in the hospital. The bed didn’t have any immediately visible stains, which meant that the sheets were washed at least occasionally, a very positive sign. Apart from that, there was a dresser and a nightstand, the latter topped with a phone. Rotary, of course. A quick check of the nightstand drawer revealed a bible, a paperback King James Version. Out of curiosity, Sean flipped it open, and was confronted with a crude drawing of a penis scrawled across the first page. And the second. And the third. He turned a good hundred pages forward, and was greeted to more of the same. He placed it back and shut the drawer, mildly impressed at the sheer dedication behind the blasphemy. Sean shrugged off his backpack and raincoat, then kicked off his shoes, leaving them piled haphazardly in one corner of the room. He considered taking a shower, but decided that he’d gotten wet enough for one night. Besides, he didn’t have the highest amount of faith in the bathrooms here. He might get water pressure, warm water, or clean water, but he definitely wasn’t going to get three of them at once. Plus, he didn’t bring his flip flops, and he certainly wouldn’t set foot in that shower without a thick layer of rubber between him and whatever kind of murderous bacteria was lurking on that linoleum. So instead, he just fell backwards onto the bed, the springs of the mattress letting out sharp complaints as they shouldered his weight. Of course, the bed probably wasn’t that clean, either, but he didn’t have much choice in that matter. A thorough washing with lice shampoo when he got home would take care of anything that might be lurking underneath the sheets. Right now, all he had to do was sleep. First thing in the morning, he’d be heading home, not one glance back at this hole. But he didn’t sleep. Sean just laid back on the bed, staring up at the bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling, still fully clothed. He wasn’t quite ready to call it a night just yet. He was still full of energy, the warmth seeping back into him making him feel energized and invigorated. Shifting into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, the cat’s fingers kneaded at the sheets as he wondered exactly what he could put all this energy towards. As if in answer to his prayers, his eyes locked onto something. Something flat and pink, just poking out from under the phone on the nightstand. Sean reached out and pulled it free, and from the size and words covering the front of it immediately recognized it as a business card. And from the hearts dotted across its surface, along with the promise of ‘professional escorts’, Sean realised exactly what kind of business it was advertising. Whores. He stroked his chin, reading over the number printed at the bottom of the card. Now, there was an idea. Sean had never been the type inclined towards anything so risqué—the most daring thing he’d done was swipe a beer from his parents’ fridge, one he only ended up taking a few sips of before throwing out—but tonight felt different. Perhaps it was something in the night air, or something in the stuffier and less trustworthy air of the motel. Whatever the case, Sean felt courageous enough to grab the phone’s receiver and dial in the number, spinning in each digit with a satisfying clicking noise as the wheel returned to its original position. When he’d finally finished, the line was silent for a second, rung once, then his ear was filled with the smooth, husky voice of the woman on the other end. “Diamond Escorts. How may I assist you?” Sean could think of more than a few ways. “I’m after an, uhh, escort.” After a slight pause, he hastened to add “A girl, please.” The woman on the other end of the line was professional: if she noticed his awkwardness, she didn’t show it in her voice. “And what kind of girl were you thinking of, sir?” Now, that was a good question. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. What was he after, exactly? “Uh, someone cute. And someone fun.” “I think I know what you’re after,” the woman on the other end of the line said, smirk audible in her voice. A short discussion about payment followed, mostly consisting of her throwing numbers at him while he made agreeable noises in response, and then she asked for a location. “Motel Bello, room 103.” The woman didn’t ask for an address, just made a hum of acknowledgment. Not unexpected—Sean wouldn’t be surprised if this one building made up the majority of their business. “Wonderful, sir. I’ll be sending someone over immediately. Sit tight.” “Right, uh, thank you. Goodbye.” As Sean hung up the phone, and as soon as his hand released the receiver, he let out a shuddering sigh. They knew where he was now, and despite the fact that he’d caused this, had wanted this, Sean couldn’t help but feel butterflies form in his stomach. That bravado that had pushed him to make the call had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Still, there was no turning back now. So Sean just sat on the edge of the bed facing the door and waited, hands folded patiently in his lap even as his feet tapped out a nervous rhythm on the floor below. --- About a mile down the road, deeper into the slummy region that Motel Bello signalled the start of, a phone was set back down into its cradle. The headquarters of Diamond Escorts was not nearly as illustrious as the name implied, their operation based out of a huge building made out of grey concrete that was enough to make a brutalist sick to his stomach. Still, it’d been cheap, primarily due to more than a few oversights in regards to electrical wiring that made the whole place one big accident waiting to happen. That, and the petty gangs and drug fiends that served as neighbours. Not that Clarice, the abra who owned the building and directed its operations, cared about any of that. Electrical wiring? What was the worst that could happen, a fire? Like a thousand tons of concrete would go up easily. As for the neighbours, she just viewed them as prospective customers. Fellow sublegal professionals that were eager to indulge themselves in her services. Sure, she occasionally had one of her girls come back battered or not come back at all, but she had people on her payroll whose job was specifically to deal with those people and ensure they couldn’t frequent her business again, or any other business, for that matter. Not that this newest call-in seemed at any risk of causing such trouble. No, if half of her business came from criminals looking for a lay that wouldn’t scream or cry too much—or that they could make scream and cry at their leisure)—then the other half had to be from guys just like the one who’d just called, ones so pathetic and desperate that they had to pay money just to get a woman to sleep with them. He hadn’t said anything, but Clarice had developed a sense for these things, and she could tell from his voice that he was a virgin of the highest caliber. Her favourite type. Low risk, and a tendency towards high tips. She knew just the girl. “Chloe!” Clarice shouted, a noise of surprise sounding from down the hallway that was quickly followed by the slapping of approaching feet. A mew turned in sharply from around the corner, walking the last few steps into Clarice’s office calmly, as if she wasn’t panting from sprinting down the hallway as fast as she could. “You called, boss?” Chloe said, trying her best to steady her breathing. The abra appreciated that, the dedication to her job combined with an effort at maintaining some decorum, the mark of a true professional. It was one of the reasons she avoided sending her out with the kind of riff-raff that tended to return her girls well-used. “You’ve got a customer,” Clarice said, eyeing the mew standing in the centre of her office, pink tail flicking behind her with excitement at the prospect of work and a fair bit of nervousness at having to deal with her boss. That was good: Clarice wanted them respectful, not cocky. “Motel Bello, room 103. Sounded like a Melvin.” Chloe’s eyes lit up at that. It probably wasn’t his actual name—she didn’t think she’d had a single Melvin who’d actually been called that—but it certainly was an apt description. Those nervous, stuttering guys who’d never been with a woman before, who’d probably spend the past hour hyping themselves up to make the call. The kind of guy who had so much to learn, and whom Chloe dearly loved to teach. She shifted her weight from foot to foot under Clarice’s gaze, eager to get to work, but not nearly enough that she’d take a single step towards the door without permission. After a few seconds, the abra waved her hand. “Go,” she said. And Chloe did, turning and coolly strutting out of the office, waiting until she was around the corner and out of sight before breaking into a jog all the way out to her car. She hopped in, started the engine, and was speeding down the highway even before her boss’ phone started to ring with her next potential client. --- Fifteen minutes after he’d made the call, Sean was no longer sat on the edge of the bed, instead pacing back and forth across the room and taking glances out into the parking lot whenever he passed by the window. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. All he’d done was arrange to have a good time with someone who specialized in providing them, someone whose entire profession hinged on making him feel good. What could he possibly be nervous about? Except, of course, he knew perfectly well what there was to be nervous about. This was more than just a fling, some throw-away night where he spent a bit of money in exchange for some fun. This was his first time. Sean didn’t place any special value on it because of that, mind, but it meant he didn’t have any experience, and that was what frightened him. The fear that he was going to screw everything up, that he would somehow make a complete and utter ass out of himself. It was enough to make him want to phone back and call the whole thing off entirely, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that either. As much as he might’ve wanted to back out on account of it being his first time, he dearly wanted to go through with it for the same reason. So he continued to pace, silent conflict raging inside him. That conflict was stymied when he heard someone pull into the parking lot, making him stop in the middle of the trail he was starting to wear into the carpet and stare out the window at the new arrival. The car looked as cheap and worn as the rest of the ones in the parking lot did, but when the engine cut out and the door flung open, Sean saw something far more worthy of appreciation than the vehicle was. A girl—no, more than a girl, a woman. She hopped off her seat and onto the pavement, allowing Sean to see her in her entirety. She was a tiny thing, covered from head to toe in a layer of short pink fur that was only partly concealed by the high-cut dress she was wearing. It wasn’t the appropriate dress for the kind of weather she was in, that was for sure, but it didn’t look like it bothered her in the slightest. She extended an umbrella to protect her from the rain, and that seemed enough for her. Her attention was focused elsewhere, eyes flicking towards the hotel and across the numbers stamped onto its doors. They settled on his, her tail flicked behind her, and she started moving closer. There was more than a little hustle in her step, either eagerness to get out of the rain or eagerness for... something else. Sean could feel every strand of fur on his body stand on end as she approached, and even though he’d known it was coming, he couldn’t help but jump a little when he heard the knock. --- Chloe stood in front of the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot. The wind seemed to blow right through the few pieces of clothing she was wearing, carrying little droplets of freezing cold rain that soaked into her fur. She was dressed in a skimpy summer outfit in a situation that called for nothing short of a parka. That was just the price of business, though—she didn’t get to where she was by avoiding discomfort, be it from the weather or from a particularly vicious client. But those weren’t thoughts she wanted to think at that moment. This guy was supposed to be as green as they came, and that promised a fun, easy night. After taking a deep breath to collect herself and slip into her ‘professional mode’, Chloe raised a fist and gave the door in front of her three quick, solid knocks. There was the sound of footsteps from inside, a few seconds of silence, then the knob slowly turned and allowed the door to open an inch. Chloe could see the deep blue of an eye peering through the crack, staring at her for a moment before its owner spoke. “Umm, hello?” Oh yeah, he was a Melvin alright. She leaned forward, looking into his eyes as best as she could through the crack in the door. “Hello. You called, right? For an escort?” Chloe gave him a slight smile, but behind the demure expression, she was thinking, planning her approach. You couldn’t just charge in mindlessly when you were dealing with nervous types like this, you had to make every step with caution, with foresight. They spooked as easily as deer—one of her clients had been a deer, in fact. That one was a complete disaster. There was no time to think about that now, though. He was moving, opening the door wider and stepping into the doorway to face her. “Yeah, I did, but... I’m not so sure how this all works, exactly?” He finished speaking with a slight laugh, but his eyes stared off to the side, pointedly avoiding her own while he reached up with a paw to scratch at his face. Chloe always found that kind of awkwardness endearing in a client. It made her feel powerful, in control, to be able to turn someone into a stuttering mess with nothing more than her presence. She brought a hand up to rest on her cocked hip, her mouth curling up into a smirk as she spoke. “Well, inviting me in would be a good start.” “Oh!” Sean exclaimed, ears shooting up briefly in surprise before going flat once more, eyes flicking down to the floor. “Yes, right, of course. Come on in.” He took a step in and to the side, swinging the door wide open for her as he did so. His hand remained gripped around the knob, the door positioned between the two of them like a shield, Sean’s last line of defence against the reality of the situation he was in. “I’m Chloe,” she said, stepping inside and immediately moving so close to him that introductions seemed almost unnecessary. “And you are?” “S-Sean,” he mumbled, voice cracking slightly as one of her hands touched down onto his own. That was how that reality came crashing down on him, with the gentle touch of a beautiful woman. His first instinct was to jerk away, but he suppressed the urge, allowing those fingers to curl over his with nothing more than a slight stiffening of his muscles and an expression halfway between a smile and a grimace. It was clear enough just looking at him, but now that she was touching him, Chloe could feel the tension running through the cat’s body. His fingers were clamped down around the knob of the door tight enough that they were shaking slightly, and when she brought her other hand up and ran it along his forearm, she could feel the muscles there flexed tight and hard as steel. There weren’t many situations where Chloe felt her job was vital, but if there was a single time where that was the case, it was now. If this guy didn’t get some by the end of the night, he’d probably explode. Gently prying Sean’s fingers away from the knob, Chloe gave the door a push, letting it swing shut before twisting the deadbolt closed. She did it all without moving her eyes from his face for a second, the position of the lock engraved in her mind from countless visits to this room and any of the dozen neighbours identical to it. “And now,” Chloe purred, shuffling closer to Sean and resting a hand on his chest, feeling the way it moved up and down with nervous breaths. “You can do whatever you want with me.” “And,” Sean said, squirming under her touch like her hands were electric, “what if I don’t know what I want, exactly?” Oh, wow. This was wasn’t just green, he was fuckin’ verdant as the emerald plains. Chloe smiled pleasantly, trying to keep her amusement from showing on her face. “Then I’ll show you just what I can do, and we’ll go from there.” “Okay,” Sean mumbled, still shifting around uncertainly while her hands moved across his body. He made no move towards the bed, so Chloe went first, one hand clasped around his wrist dragging him along with her. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and after a moment of hesitation, Sean set himself down beside her. “Now what?” Sean said, breaking the brief moment of silence that Chloe had taken to stare at him expectantly. “Well, I sort of thought you’d be a little less dressed by this point.” Sean’s head snapped down to look at himself, as if it were somehow a surprise that he was still wearing his polo and cargo pants. “Oh, I— I didn’t realise that I was supposed to be...” His hands shot up to start working at the buttons on his shirt. “Here, I can—” “Allow me.” Chloe’s hands brushed Sean’s aside, unbuttoning his shirt with a practiced ease that easily outshone anything his shaky fingers could accomplish. Then, they gripped at his sides, and Chloe looked at him expectantly. He stared back at her for a moment, trying to deduce what she wanted, then flung his arms up in the air when it hit him. She tugged his shirt up and over them, tossing it over her shoulder and onto the floor while she took in the sight of him. “Much better,” she said, hands touching down onto his now-bare chest. They trailed down his front, her fingers dragging across the slight bump of his pecs down to his belly, burying themselves in the fur there as they felt at his muscles. Through it all, Sean sat straight as a ramrod, afraid to even breathe too much lest he failed to meet some hidden expectation of him. That fact didn’t escape Chloe’s notice, evident through the slight twitching of Sean’s abs, flexed in a way that seemed less like he was trying to impress her and more like he was frozen in terror. A glance up to his face all but confirmed that suspicion, the stoic look on the cat’s face looking more and more strained with every moment, like he was trying to endure some exotic form of torture. Moving her hands up to his shoulders, Chloe turned Sean’s upper body towards her, holding him there and staring at him until his eyes finally flicked up from the mattress to meet her own. When that happened, she gave him a smile, which Sean mirrored in his own comparatively strained way. “Relax,” Chloe said. Sean’s initial reaction to that was to worry more, realising that the only reason she’d say something like that was because he was doing something wrong, but those feelings were suppressed by the mew’s gentle smile. She wasn’t angry at him for being unable to meet some invisible standard, wasn’t moments away from walking out on him if he didn’t start acting the way he was supposed to. As funny as it seemed coming from a prostitute, she seemed to actually, genuinely want him to relax, to have a good time tonight. So Sean closed his eyes and took a deep breath, filling his lungs before letting it back out through his mouth, and the exhalation seemed to take a bit of that nervousness along with it. When he opened his eyes again and saw Chloe, he smiled back at her, and the expression felt far less forced than it had just a few seconds ago. “Now,” Chloe said, letting go of his shoulders and turning so that her back and the straps of her dress were facing him, “would you mind helping me out of this?” Sean stared at them and could feel his heart race, but in a different way than before. Instead of the nervousness that’d dominated his mind from the moment he set down the phone, there was a bit of that excitement that’d spurred him to make the call that’d set this all into motion in the first place. “Sure,” Sean said, reaching out and taking hold of one of the straps between his fingers. It took a moment of fiddling for him to figure out how to loosen them, but Chloe was patient, sitting there and allowing him all the time he needed to figure things out. Once the first one was done, the second came far more easily, and the dress fell down from around her shoulders. Chloe pulled her arms free and grabbed it, pulling it out from under her and over her legs before flicking it in the same general direction as his shirt. Sean let his arms fall back to his sides. All that stood between Chloe and complete nakedness now was a pair of white lace panties, the most exposed he’d ever seen a woman, barring the Internet. He stared at her, taking in the sight, and Chloe sat there quietly and allowed him. After half a minute of that, though, she felt herself eager to get things moving. She cleared her throat, and the sound got Sean’s attention immediately, the cat’s head snapping up from somewhere between her chest and her hips back towards her face. Giving him a small smile to let him know she wasn’t mad, Chloe spoke. “The pants?” Sean looked down at them, and it took him a moment to figure out exactly what she wanted him to do with them. When it did, it felt so obvious that he wanted to slap himself. “Oh, yeah, right. Of course. One second.” His hands shot down to his waist, popping open the button there and undoing the zipper before pulling his pants down around his ankles and over his paws, kicking them away towards the rest of the clothes. Without the baggy fabric standing between them, Chloe was greeted to a sight that was always indicative of a job well done. A pair of briefs, bright red fabric stretched tight over the cat’s erection, gone darker around the tip where it’d been soaked through. It was good to see he wasn’t too nervous for that. “Wow,” Chloe murmured, shifting off the bed and taking up a kneeling position between his legs. Her snout was inches away from his bulge, and even through the thin layer of fabric separating them, Sean could feel the heat of her breath washing over him. The sensation made him throb even harder, eager to escape the confines of his briefs. The mew, however, made no move to release him just yet, her hands stroking up and down along the insides of his thighs while her face stayed buried between them. “Pretty excited about all this, aren’t ya?” “Eheh,” Sean laughed, but his voice still held that slight note of discomfort, albeit lessened. Chloe clicked her tongue—she’d just have to work harder, then. She pushed her snout forward, her nose pressing up against the bulge of Sean’s cock in the first contact she’d had with it all night. It drew a choked gasp from Sean, though Chloe found the sound of it was somewhat overshadowed by her own sharp inhalation. The scent of him filled her nostrils—despite how nervous he might’ve been, his body seemed quite eager, his musk filled with the sharp bite of arousal. “Uh, w-wait,” Sean stammered, though he made no move to stop her. “I don’t— I mean, maybe we should—” “Oh, hush and let a girl have her fun,” Chloe said, reaching up and hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. Slowly and with no small amount of relish, she started to pull them down, peeling away the fabric and finally exposing his erection to the open air. It sprang forward as soon as it cleared the waistband, smacking her on the top of her snout. She hardly even flinched, having seen such a thing coming from the dozens of times she’d done this exact maneuver. Yet as his musk doubled in intensity without the underwear to suppress it, she found the way her eyes lidded seductively was only half-rehearsed. “I’m gonna be the best you’ve ever had,” Chloe said. Only one you’ve ever had, she thought, her tongue slipping out to lap at the underside of Sean’s erection. The cat shuddered at the way her tongue pulled at the barbs covering his shaft, leaving a trail of wet heat wherever it touched him. It was unlike anything he’d ever been able to do with his paws, and he let out a long breath through his nose, arms planting themselves behind him to support his weight. “Oh my God,” Sean said, letting the words fizzle out into a moan as Chloe continued to lick at his cock. After she’d made her way down to his sheath, pausing there briefly to run her tongue along its interior, she left a trail of kisses back up along his shaft. Once she reached its tip, she enveloped the head of it with her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and feeling the way it pulsed and throbbed in response to her touches. Sean’s fingers clutched at the sheets, claws slipping out and poking holes into the fabric, though the cat barely noticed. His attention was fixed on the sensations rushing through his body, things he’d never felt before. Chloe let out a slight hum as she worked, the vibrations traveling straight into his dick, drawing a pleasured groan out of him. Chloe didn’t limit her efforts to the head of his cock for long. Once she was satisfied with the reaction she’d gotten out of him, she decided to take things further. Pushing her muzzle forward, she enveloped a good half of his shaft in one swift motion, filling her mouth full of him until he started slipping partway into her throat. Sean looked on through increasingly unfocused eyes, at once amazed at her abilities and overwhelmed by the effects they were having on him. He threw his head back and let out a moan, and Chloe couldn’t help but smirk at the sight, though the expression was made somewhat difficult to read by the dick lodged between her lips. She paid no mind to that, though, instead choosing to swallow yet more of the cat’s cock into her mouth. Only when her lips were pressed up tight against his sheath, her throat gripped around the foreign presence that had invaded it, was she satisfied. By the looks of it, so was Sean, the cat looking down at her with hooded eyes that seemed a mirror of her own. Though not for long. She saw them widen as she swallowed around his length, her throat massaging it in an effort to pull it even deeper into herself. Then they were shut tight again, accompanied by yet more pleasured noises as she drew herself back until only the head of his cock remained between her lips before pushing forward until the entirety of it was sheathed inside her throat once more. She barely even gagged, though she did allow herself a slight tightening of her throat, completely silent but felt all too strongly by the male above her. The effect on him was obvious, if not from the barely suppressed whine that pierced through him, then certainly from the way his dick tensed and shot a rope of pre past her tongue and straight into her belly. But before Sean could get too close to the edge, she pulled off of him, leaving him throbbing with nothing but the cool touch of the open air on his cock. He let out a whimper of confused disappointment, which was rapidly transformed into a yelp as Chloe shot up from between his legs, pushing him back onto the bed and pinning him underneath her. Not that he couldn’t throw her off if he was truly determined to do so, of course. But looking up into those blue eyes, burning with a devious intensity, feeling the press of her body against his own... For better or worse, he found himself keeping quite still underneath her. “I think it’s about time you got involved in the action,” Chloe said, a hint of menace present in her voice and in the way her mouth split in a grin, revealing just a touch too much fang to be benign. “Don’t you?” “Uh,” Sean started, about to say how he thought he was plenty involved in whatever action had been going on, but he didn’t get the chance. With dexterity that even a cat like himself envied, Chloe flipped herself around, planting her hands by his hips and her knees on either side of his head. This position left her head between his thighs once more, but more importantly, it had his between hers. His vision was eclipsed by the sight of her white lace panties, now clinging tightly to her body from the moisture they’d been soaked with. The bulge of her vulva through the thin fabric left very little to the imagination. “Well?” Chloe said, waggling her hips invitingly over his face. “Aren’t you gonna unwrap your present?” Sean jolted, jerked out of his reverie and reminded that there was more for him to do than lie back and admire the view. “Ah, yeah! R-right!” Hands trembling with excitement, he reached up, slipping his fingers under the waistband of those panties before slowly peeling them away. And just like that, the dark pink of Chloe’s slit revealed itself, moisture glittering in the dim light of the motel room. It was such a little thing, just a few more square inches revealed on the already thoroughly stripped mew, but Sean could still feel his breath quicken and his heart beat a little bit faster at the sight. “What do you think?” Chloe asked, voice sing-song and now far closer to his member than it had been a moment before. Sean couldn’t think of any words to offer in response, instead settling for panting, which only grew more frenzied when a drop of her juices dripped down from her lips and landed squarely on his nose. It didn’t even make him flinch, so utterly transfixed he was at the sight. Yet while he might've wanted to take a moment to soak in the sight, Chloe wasn’t nearly as patient. Without so much as a word of warning, she dropped her hips down, planting her cunt squarely on his face. Sean’s vision swam as he took in her scent, one that’d already been powerful enough with its source inches away, now pouring directly into his nose. The flood of pheromones was at once alien to him and far too familiar to his body, stirring primal parts of his brain to life. His mind reeled, yet at the same time, his cock throbbed. “Come on,” Chloe said, hot breath now washing across his shaft with every one of her words. “Show it a little appreciation, would ya?” And then, without another word, her tongue slipped past her lips and dragged up along the underside of his cock. When it reached his head, it flicked up along his tip, lapping up a bead of pre forming there as it went. Sean hardly needed additional encouragement. Acting with unrefined technique but boundless enthusiasm, he lashed out with his own tongue, planting it on the bottom of her slit. Then, he dragged it up along her lips until he could feel her clit underneath him and her juices were rolling down along his chin in thin, runny droplets. A split second later, the taste hit him. It was as if the scent that’d been burning in his nostrils had tripled in strength, its mixture of sweetness and tanginess filling his mouth and soaking into its every surface. He wanted more, and from the pleased hum Chloe let out in response to his actions, it was obvious that she did as well. It was clear as day what he should do next. A good thing, too—in his state, it'd be quite difficult to think anything through, his mind totally occupied by desire for the beautiful mew above him. So, reaching up and grabbing a hold of Chloe’s ass, Sean took a moment to squeeze it and feel the soft flesh give under his fingers. Then, he pressed down on it, helping bury his snout even deeper between her thighs while her tongue lapped at her entrance. Chloe gasped, but as surprisingly good as the cat’s inexperienced tongue was, she wasn’t content to sit idly by and let herself be outdone. Encircling the base of his cock with one hand, she took the head of it into her mouth, taking only a few seconds to swirl her tongue around it before pushing down and taking the whole thing into her mouth. The nubby spikes covering its surface might’ve felt uncomfortable scraping against the back of her throat, but damn if it wasn’t worth it to hear him moan. The vibrations those moans sent shooting up into her sweetened the pot a bit, too, a shudder of pleasure working its way back down her spine in response. Every one of their motions was like that, a positive feedback loop that made both of them feel just as good as they were making the other feel. Whenever Chloe took in his shaft until his sheath was butting up against her lips and let her hands roam across his body, caressing his thighs and groping at his balls, he’d respond in kind. His tongue would drill even deeper into her, only slipping out to dance along her labia in movements that grew increasingly complex as he learned what spots affected her the most. Right then, the efforts of his mouth were focused on her clit with razor sharpness, rolling it beneath his tongue and licking at it with wild intensity. Apparently feeling particularly daring, he even allowed his teeth to get in on the action, lipping at her sensitive flesh just enough to make her jolt with a sharp mixture of pain and pleasure. Such a bold maneuver demanded an equally daring response. But instead, Sean felt Chloe’s mouth pull off of him, followed by the rest of her body. The mew pushed herself up onto her knees, and he let out a whine at the abrupt stop, at being brought up to the edge once more before having it cruelly yanked away for the second time that night. Yet just like the last time, she had a surprise in store for him. Planting a hand on his chest, she twisted around, reorienting herself so she was looking into his eyes while straddling him, his dick pinned beneath her so that it laid right between the lips of her pussy. “That was fun and all,” Chloe said, starting to rock her hips back and forth as she spoke, grinding against him all the while, “but I think it’s time for the main event.” Sean found it difficult to disagree, so he didn’t, instead choosing to move his hands up to her hips. They came to a rest on top of them as a low groan escaped his lips. Taking that as a sign of encouragement, Chloe reached a hand under herself and wrapped it around the base of his erection, pointing it upwards as she propped herself up on her knees. The head of it pressed against her, nestling up against her cunt, drops of both their fluids mingling together before rolling down his shaft. Chloe stayed like that for a moment, letting Sean soak in the sight, watching the way his pupils narrowed to slits and the rise and fall of his chest sped up. When his eyes flicked up to meet hers, she winked, then dropped down. Sean let out a sharp exhale that was mirrored by the breath Chloe sucked through her teeth as she was suddenly split open by the cat’s cock. For him, it was utterly unlike anything he’d ever felt before, even the feeling of the mew’s mouth pleasuring him not a minute prior. That’d been good, certainly, but this was on a whole other level. The heat, the gripping tightness, the weight of another person’s body resting against him—all of it blended together perfectly into an array of sensations that left Sean able to do little but lie there, muscles tight as he tried to adjust to the lightning storm shooting through his nerves. Chloe, being far more better versed in this particular area, wasn’t affected nearly as strongly. Still, even she found herself pausing after she’d taken the entirety of what Sean had to offer. A stretch like that never came too easily, and her experience with felines was remarkably slim, so the way his spikes tugged at her insides was enough to slow her progress and quicken her breath. But not for long. Spikes or no, Chloe was still a professional, and professionals had standards. So, while Sean was still muddling through whatever haze he’d fallen into, she planted her free hand alongside the other on his chest and pushed herself up until a little less than half of his shaft remained inside her. “Get ready, boy,” she purred, pausing to let off a moan as she slammed her hips down once more. “The fun’s only just begun.” Sean couldn’t bring himself to respond, any words that might’ve been forming in his mouth lost as a gasp wracked his body. His hands tightened into fists before he thought of a better use for them, reaching out and grabbing a hold of her thighs. His fingers gripped around them, sinking past the short fur covering them and into the muscle lying underneath. It was the most he could do: hang on tight and enjoy the ride. Not to say that wasn’t a perfectly enjoyable arrangement, of course. In fact, laying there and looking up at the beautiful mew bouncing away in his lap, leaning forward over his chest so she could better stare him down with that smile of hers, Sean found it difficult to think of a single thing he’d change about the situation. Every time she dropped her hips, bringing their bodies together with a slap, Sean could feel whatever short, panting breath he’d managed to draw force its way out of him. Usually, it’d take the form of a moan or some hastily uttered curse. Sometimes, though, he’d have enough control that it’d be little more than a huff, and he would look up at those blue eyes looking down on him. As collected as she tried to seem, he could see the way her breath hitched whenever he bottomed out in her, the slight twitch of her features that told him that, yes, she was enjoying this just as much as he was. Then he’d grin, satisfied in a way that ran deeper than physical stimulation, and fall back into that all-consuming bliss that had taken over his entire world. That world seemed to be getting smaller with each passing moment, shrinking until all that was left was him and Chloe as she bounced up and down with ever-increasing speed. The sounds of their love-making echoed off the walls, filling his ears and no doubt bleeding through into the neighbouring rooms, but Sean didn’t care. Neither of them did, totally consumed in enjoying each other’s body, even the mew’s cool exterior starting to slip away in their shared passion. Both of them raced inexorably towards climax. Sean got there first. Letting out an almost possessive growl, his fingers wound yet tighter around Chloe’s thighs, hands pushing her down into his lap and holding her there while his cock throbbed powerfully inside her. It happened once, twice, then she felt it. The familiar sensation of heat blooming inside her as his cum shot up into her womb, filling her with his seed. That was enough to send her over the edge right alongside him. Chloe threw her head back as a shriek of pleasure tore through her, her muscles clenching down around him at the same time in an effort to draw more of his essence inside of her. From how she looked, he probably thought it was the best orgasm of her life. It wasn’t, of course, but her job was as much to provide a good show as it was to provide her body. Still, he wasn’t half bad, for a virgin. Better than she’d expected, certainly. When the strongest of it had passed and both of them had started to slip into the afterglow, Chloe lowered herself down until she was lying on top of Sean, her face buried into the crook of her shoulder while her arms wrapped themselves around his back. Sean, mind filling with a comfortable fog from what’d just transpired, just draped an arm limply across her. About five minutes passed, the two of them just lying there and holding one another while their breathing gradually steadied. Chloe was the first to break the silence. “So,” she said, speaking right into his ear in a soft, sultry tone, “did you have a good time?” “Eheh,” Sean laughed, but all the nervousness was gone from it, now. There was only a giddiness, an amazement that all this had happened to him. “Yeah.” “That’s good,” Chloe said, snuggling a bit closer to him. “You never forget your first, y’know.” Sean noted that he didn’t say he was a virgin, he didn’t think, but he supposed it must’ve been pretty obvious regardless. He was tempted to ask her about it, but he pushed those thoughts from his mind—what did it matter now, anyway? He wasn’t one anymore. That thought made a contented purr roll through his chest, his arm tightening around Chloe and hugging her close to his chest. And after what couldn’t have been more a few minutes of that, he could feel his sheath start to stir again, the head of his cock sliding free and poking into the side of her thigh. “Already?” Chloe said, eyebrows raising with the slightest hint of surprise. “My, my. And here I thought you were gonna be the cuddly type.” “We can go again, right?” Sean asked, the eagerness in his voice to the point that Chloe couldn’t help but let out a snicker. “Of course. We’ve still got half an hour left.” Chloe disentangled herself from his arms and propped herself up on her knees again, her rear pressing into his lap and grinding against his rapidly growing erection. “Hey, want to try something... different, this time?” “Different?” Sean echoed, looking up at her with one ear cocked. “How do you mean?” “It’s a surprise,” Chloe replied, smirking at the slight look of annoyance that crossed his face at those words. “C’mon, just trust me.” She shifted back slightly and reached under herself with one hand, wrapping it around Sean’s sheath. Her fingers squeezed and kneaded at the warm, furry flesh, quickly coaxing out the rest of his shaft until he was throbbing and dripping onto her fingers. It was hard to counter an argument like that.”Nngh... fine.” Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Chloe released her grip on him, letting his cock fall back against his stomach with a wet slap while she flipped herself around so that she was straddling him with her back to him, reverse-cowgirl style. Then, her hand was right back between his legs, grabbing his erection and pointing it up towards herself. At first, she had it aimed towards the hole he’d just used, still dripping with his seed. But she only grazed the lips of her pussy before going yet lower, shuffling forward a few inches until the head of his dick was butting up against the base of her tail. Sean could feel himself pressing against the entrance that laid there, twitching at his presence, and his eyes widened. Chloe looked back over her shoulder, grin widening, then started lowering herself down. She didn’t show a single sign of discomfort as Sean’s dick split her open and sank inside her. Not until Sean’s eyes slipped closed and a moan escaped his lips, anyway, where she turned herself to face forward again and allowed herself the slightest wince. As much business as she got, anal was never something her customers requested very often, and the handful of times she’d done it hadn’t been enough for her to grow accustomed to the sensations. It wasn’t all bad, certainly, but it had a bite to it that she’d only felt back when she’d first started out in this line of work. Still, all that meant was that she needed more practice, and she couldn’t think of a better client to acquire it with. By the time Sean had reopened his eyes, she’d purged the wince from her face, instead shifting her hands onto the cat’s legs and leaning forward as a dedicated look set into her features. She sank down another few inches, the feline’s spiked cock scraping against her insides in an electric burst of sensation. Sean groaned, hips bucking up to force a little more of himself into the mew’s tailhole, and she let out a low hiss in response. Perhaps this was going to be more difficult than she’d thought. But Sean had no such reservations about enjoying himself. This felt new and exciting—tighter than her cunt had been, her body clenching around him as tight as a vise. He wanted more, and at that moment, he was feeling daring enough to take it. Reaching up with both hands, Sean grabbed Chloe from around the waist and, without giving up a single inch he’d managed to slip inside her, pushed her forward onto the bed. By the time her yelp of surprise had left her lips, she was on all fours, with Sean in a similar position on top of her. “Woah there, handsome!” Chloe said, a lilt in her voice that was at once chastising and playful. “What do you think you’re doing back there?” Sean didn’t answer with words, but with a sharp grunt as he shoved his hips forward until his balls smacked into her pussy and his sheath was pressed flush against her asshole. That earned a small shriek from her; she certainly hadn’t been expecting that. Still, she made no effort to resist him, instead clutching fistfuls of the sheet under her and gritting her teeth as he pulled back for another thrust. It wasn’t the first time she’d had her limits pushed, it wouldn’t be the last, and it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She wouldn’t need to endure it for too long. Eager as he was, Sean was still—well, not still, but was until quite recently—a virgin, and his stamina left something to be desired. Moving at such a quick, forceful pace was rapidly pushing him towards climax, even after the powerful release he’d had less than an hour ago. His thrusts were getting jerkier, each one dragging his spiked cock across Chloe’s increasingly raw insides. Thankfully, even though her face was flushed and her jaw was clenched hard enough for her teeth to ache, she managed to avoid tearing up as Sean slammed back into her one final time. Letting out a moan, he throbbed inside her, and the stinging she felt was only intensified as his hot cum washed over her inner walls. A few seconds later, he pulled out of her, and limbs that Chloe hadn’t realised had grown weak and shaky gave out from under her. She dropped onto her front, and Sean followed, lying close beside her with an arm draped across her back. After a minute like that, Chloe’s eyes flicked up to the clock hanging up on the wall. Midnight. “Sorry, sugar,” Chloe said, gently lifting his arm away and disentangling herself from him, “but it seems like you’re outta time.” Sean sat up on the edge of the bed, watching her get to her feet and start to redress herself. It took a moment for her words to sink in. “Oh. Does that mean...?” “Means you pay me and I leave,” Chloe said, her tone still light, but somehow bearing the suggestion that things would get ugly if he tried to do otherwise. “Yeah,” Sean replied, reaching down and fishing his wallet out of his discarded pants, opening it up and flicking through the bills inside. “But, will I get to see you again?” Now, wasn’t that sweet. “Sure,” Chloe said, flashing him a smile as he handed her a wad of bills. She quickly shuffled through them to ensure she wasn’t being stiffed, but it was quite the opposite: he’d left her a rather handsome tip. She shoved it all into her purse as she hoisted it up over her shoulder. “I’m available most nights. Call whenever you’re in the mood for a good time.” He followed her all the way to the door, leaning against the inside of the frame as she walked out into the night. The rain had let up some, now only a light drizzle, though she flicked open her umbrella regardless. That gave Sean just enough time to speak up again. “Hey, Chloe?” She stopped and turned back to look at him. “Thanks,” he said, giving her a little smile. She blew him a kiss, walked out to her car, and drove away.