Dave the Desextive: Thar He Blows!
The queen-size bed gave a huff as Dave threw himself onto it. He lingered there for a moment enjoying the smell of the clean linen sheets before sitting up to find something on TV to get his mind off things. He felt around the nightstand for the remote. It wasn't there. The brown fox growled in annoyance and got off the comfy bed to begin his search.
He shuffled through the clothes strewn about on the floor over to the set of drawers under the TV. He searched under all the papers piled there but still couldn't find it. It wasn't on any of the moving boxes under the window, either. After excavating the desk in the corner he finally found it under a folder of legal papers. He paged through them briefly to remind himself what they were for. It was the divorce papers. _No wonder I hadn't looked there yet,_Dave rued.
A harsh beep came from the other side of the room. The brown fox gingerly stepped around more boxes to get to the bathroom, home of the undersized coffee maker. Just one of the many joys of living in a hotel room... He poured the pot's hazel contents into a cheap Styrofoam cup and savored the smell before he put the cup to his lips.
Someone knocked the door. Dave growled at the inconvenience of being kept from his caffeine and went to the entryway. He saw a blue-scaled, white-haired dragon of medium height and build on the other side of the peephole, wearing khaki pants, a tool belt, and a white polo that said "Bellerose" on it in black cursive lettering. The fox undid the lock and the chain and opened the door. "Hey Warren, what's up?"
"Hey Dave," the dragon replied. His brown eyes widened as he looked past the fox. "Damn, they weren't lying. You really are moving in."
"Yeah," Dave said with a sigh. "With this job's pay and without Grant living with me, I couldn't afford the apartment anymore."
Warren shook his head, ruffling his white mane. "Sorry to hear that, man. But hey, at least Allison is letting you stay here cheap. The Bellerose Hotel has to be a pretty sweet place to live, right?"
"If I wasn't living in an economy-level room, I'd agree with ya," the fox said with a grimace. "Besides, it's a hotel. The rooms aren't made for long-term stays. I mean, c'mon, look at all the shit from my apartment I've got piled up. And I can't afford a storage locker right now. I'm going crazy in here."
The blue dragon laughed. "That's gotta be a housekeeper's worst nightmare, right? Being surrounded by a mess you can't clean up?"
Dave chuckled. "Let's just hope I don't go stir crazy and turn it into a maintenance man's worst nightmare."
"Hey, I'm paid to fix stuff for guests, not permanent residents," Warren reminded him, patting the hammer at his side. "You live here now. You break, it you buy it."
"I'm about ready to break this Easy Bake coffee maker. I sure wouldn't mind paying twenty bucks for a bigger one."
"Heh, I'd offer to grab one from a more expensive room for ya, but I'm not sure those guests would appreciate it. Though I could probably upgrade your ice bucket without management noticing."
Dave snorted. "Thanks. You're a real life saver."
"Anytime, bro," the dragon said with a grin. "Anyway, just thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing. Hang in there, alright? If you ever need anything just ask."
"How about you clean my room for me every day? I already have to do that for hundreds of rooms per week."
Warren chuckled. "You know what I mean. Take care, bud."
"Later." He waved goodbye before closing the door and returned to his coffee. He and the dragon had quickly become friends when Dave started working at the Bellerose. By now the other had been working at the upscale hotel for nearly ten years. He knew all the ins and outs of the place, had the blueprints memorized, and most importantly, was responsible for keeping the hotel in pristine shape. Warren was one of the few fellow employees the fox knew who weren't straight (the dragon was bisexual), so the two had gotten to share plenty of gossip over the years. The other was currently single. After his divorce with Grant, Dave had been somewhat interested in the dragon, but never said so out loud. He didn't know whether or not Warren knew, but lately there were two individuals that kept him too occupied to care.
The fox pondered the conversation he just had. Warren was right. All things considered, he was pretty lucky to be allowed to live at the hotel. The General Manager, a business-savvy otter named Allison, had heard he lost his apartment and kindly offered him one of the economy-level rooms at a nice discount. However, even though the hotel room was cheaper than the apartment, Dave still wasn't sure he'd be able to afford it in the long run. At least I don't have to commute anymore... He sat down on his bed again. Now armed with caffeine and a TV remote, he was ready to sit back and relax for the evening.
Another knock came from the door. Dave considered ignoring it but whoever was on the other side knocked again. Insistent, aren't you? It was probably Warren again. Maybe he forgot to say something. The fox grudgingly set down his untouched coffee and remote and went to open the door.
As soon as he turned the handle the door flew open and something heavy hit him in the midsection. Before he knew it he was being tackled to the ground. Dave hit his attacker reflexively and rolled to the side as soon as they hit the floor, putting him on top of his assailant.
The two froze, panting. "Heheh, hey there sexy~," the feline below him purred. Dave finally recognized who it was and embraced the jaguar tightly. He hadn't seen Tiago in months. Tiago and his hunky boyfriend Alex visited the Bellerose periodically on business trips or vacations, and were always a welcome sight to Dave. He first met the slender jaguar and the muscular black wolf when he was cleaning the Presidential Suite several months ago. They had walked in on him taking a break from cleaning and letting off some steam in their musk-laden bedroom. The two of them decided to have a little fun with their unexpected visitor, and the fox happily consented. Dave had never felt so good, so wanted. Since then, every time Alex and Tiago were in town staying at the Bellerose the three of them made sure to spend some time together under the covers. The canine and feline lovers were Dave's closest friends.
Tiago's paws held him close and began moving up and down his back in a slow massage, just how Dave liked it. He gave a murr and started moving his hips across the bulge in the jaguar's pants. Tiago's body vibrated in a deep purr and he licked the fox's muzzle playfully. Dave pushed the door closed with his foot and gave the feline a long, passionate kiss.
"What are you doing here?" Dave asked after finally coming up for air.
"I'm in town on a DJ gig! Alex is at home but says hi~" The fox was disappointed he couldn't have the hunky dom in bed but was glad he could have Tiago, at least for a night or two. The jaguar looked up and around the room. "So this is your new place, huh? It's definitely cozier than your apartment."
"You have no idea," Dave said with a snort. "If you think this is bad you should see my car."
"Well unfortunately I can't see much now. I gotta check in with the club and do a sound check before they open. But if you come tonight I promise we'll see a lot more of each other later~"
The fox gave the feline below him a playful lick. "You bet." He unwillingly let Tiago up and opened the door for him. The two exchanged one last kiss before the jaguar slipped out with a flick of the tail.
"Oh! One last thing," Tiago said, poking his head back in momentarily, "Allison mentioned she wanted to see you. It sounded important. Bye!" The door slammed shut.
Wait, wha-...? Dave's stomach churned. How would Tiago know something like that? How did he know Allison? If the General Manager really did want to see him, it couldn't be good; the otter had never called him into her office before. Had she found out about his little encounters with the wolf and the jaguar? If she finds out I've been sleeping with guests, my ass is fired for sure! I'd be on the streets... Dave sighed and found his still-full, lukewarm cup of coffee on the table and downed it in one gulp. He nearly gagged. I forgot how much I hate hotel coffee. The fox tossed the cup in the trash and headed to Allison's office to see what she wanted. Hopefully it was nothing.
* * *
"Come in," the otter replied to the knock. The brown fox stepped in sheepishly. "Ah, Dave. I was wanting to talk to you."
Dave gulped. "You were?" I guess Tiago was right...
"Yes. Please sit down." The fox lowered himself into the comfy office chair across the paper-ridden desk from Allison. She was dressed in a clean, form-fitting suit that accentuated her curves, making her stand out from the cluttered room around her. "I take it your accommodations are to your liking?"
"A little cramped considering the number of boxes I have, but nothing I can really complain about," Dave answered, trying to hide his nervousness as best as he could. The caffeine certainly wasn't helping. "What can I do for you, ma'am?"
Allison put her elbows on the desk at steepled her diminutive fingers. "I ran into an old friend today, one I met back in college. A jaguar by the name of Tiago. Do you know him?" The fox nodded. "He was a Chilean exchange student back when I first knew him. These days he is, as you probably know, a regular at the Bellerose. He and his boyfriend, what's his name again?, have been staying a few days a month lately. They give this hotel high praise, good reviews, and no small amount of income. They are some of our most honored guests. I take what they say about our hotel very seriously. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Then you'll understand that I take what they recommend very seriously. That includes when they recommend you for a special task of mine."
Dave furrowed his brows. Hang on, am I getting a promotion? "What kind of task?"
"One that requires your keen eye, your quick wits, and above all, your discretion." Allison leaned in closer. "You see, I have a bit of a... personal problem. My boyfriend Brock and I have been going out for four years. Things have gone well for the most part, but he's been acting a bit strangely. He doesn't seem as comfortable in bed, and he doesn't make eye contact with me as much when I'm talking to him. I fear he may be cheating on me."
Dave's heart went out to her. He knew_exactly_ what that felt like. "So that's where I come in? To figure out if he's seeing someone else or not?"
"Correct. It just so happens that he's staying at the Bellerose the next two nights, in one of the Premier Suites. When you're cleaning in there, I want you to look for hair, women's clothing, lingerie, any kind of evidence that would indicate he's cheating on me. If he thinks he can get away with that kind of shit in my own hotel, he's got another thing coming."
The fox nodded. He had done a similar sort of investigation when he was cleaning Alex and Tiago's room right before he met them. Based on the hair, scents, and condition of the bed and other objects in the Presidential Suite, he was able to figure out how many people had sex in the room, their general species, and what lascivious acts they performed. Long years in the hotel business cleaning rooms had made this his area of expertise.
"So what species is Brock, exactly? What are some of his physical characteristics?" he asked.
She took a picture frame off her cluttered desk and handed it to Dave. "That's him. White and brown Dalmatian, very tall. Well, at least compared to me. He's got a reservation for room 361."
She sounds pretty desperate to know. I bet she'd repay me for my services, but I don't want to seem like I'm ripping her off or anything... Dave reclined in his chair and swished his tail. "I'll do it. I'll find out whether or not Brock is cheating on you. I only ask for two small things in return. One: enough money to rent a small storage locker for six months. I've got a lot of boxes piled up in my room and in my car and I'd like to put them away somewhere. And two: a nicer coffee machine. The ones in the Economy Rooms are tiny, and the provided coffee grounds taste kinda crappy. I'd say that's a fair trade."
The otter's eyes narrowed. "Need I remind you that I'm letting you stay in my hotel at a fraction of the cost I charge regular guests? I could have let you live in your car instead. You are here by my hospitality. As it stands, I should fire you for polishing guests more than bathroom floors."
Dave's face reddened. "I was on break..."
Allison exhaled loudly and buried her furry head in her paws. "Just do your job and find out if my boyfriend is cheating on me." She motioned for him to leave.
"Yes ma'am..." The fox got up, tail between his legs, and headed for the door.
"Dave..." the GM said, making him pause. "You're a good employee. I will... consider your request." He nodded in thanks and left the office.
The fox shook his head as he walked back to his room. How did she know about me and Alex and Tiago? Did Tiago tell her all about it? Or did she guess somehow? Whatever the case was, he knew the best chance of keeping his job and his place to live was by not disappointing her. He needed to get to the bottom of her little mystery, and fast.
* * *
"Housekeeping!" After waiting a moment, Dave slid his master keycard into the slot for Room 361 and entered with his cleaning cart. As one of the hotel's Premier Suites, the lodgings sported a small living room and kitchenette adjacent to its standard bedchamber. It was in the medium-high tier of room prices at the Bellerose, but still significantly cheaper than some of the other rooms they offered.
The vulpine closed the door behind him and looked around. The room was in a state of general disarray, but there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. The kitchenette seemed like it had hardly been used. The alcoholic drinks provided in the refrigerator were all there, along with a travel cooler with a few bottled sodas inside. Two aluminum water bottles lay beside the sink drying. Other than the few personal belongings, the room was spotless. No evidence here.
Dave went to the living room. He had to stop himself from instinctively straightening the pillows on the couch, and looked carefully for any signs of lascivious activity. He immediately spotted short strands of hair on the black leather sofa. Upon further inspection, he saw there was a combination of white and brown hairs, all of equal length. Looks like I found our Dalmatian. His diligent search of the couch yielded no other types of fur or signs of mischief, so he brushed off the cushions, rearranged the pillows and moved on.
No matter where he looked, he couldn't find evidence of anyone other than Brock being in the living room. The same went for the bathroom. No sign of anyone else on the towels. He was starting to think that Allison's suspicions were groundless, until he opened the door to the bedroom.
The fox had to remind himself that he was still in the Bellerose and not in someone's basement sex dungeon. Attached to the bed's four short wood posts were chains with leather cuffs, along with an extra long one attached to the decorative hole in the center of the headboard, perfect for holding up a tail to display a fine ass beneath. The bedside tables were covered in bottles of lube, condoms, dildos, a blindfold, soft rope, and a whip. A suitcase lay open in the corner containing even more sex toys and accessories. Incense sticks and cups of rose petals lay about the room to provide a sweet, clean, natural scent on top of the more vulgar sweet smell of sex.
Dave licked his lips. He would have loved to try out some of the toys, but he knew Allison was expecting him to be professional about this. Well, at least as professional as snooping in someone's sex dungeon can be. He crept his way to the bed, the centerpiece of the impressive show of libido. The sheets were tussled and used, and in the middle scrunched up in a chevron shape. Again he found the telltale white and brown fur on the bleach-white sheets. Seems our Dalmatian friend is a bottom. In the center of the bed was a dark patch. Hasn't dried out yet! Must be pretty fresh...
The fox hopped on the bed on his knees and bent over to sniff the sweet-smelling splotch. Musk filled his nostrils and made his mind go numb. The scent reminded him of Alex's own canine funk, but he was becoming enough of a cum connoisseur to tell the difference. This one smelled a little... smoother than Alex's. Not as overtly commanding but powerful nonetheless. He assumed it belonged to Brock. Dave took a cautious lick. The smell transformed into a taste and enveloped the curious fox's mind. He took a second lick, then another and another until the spot was more saliva than semen. He savored the canine spunk as it combined with his saliva and resembled its original form. He greatly desired a fresh batch...
"Shit, Dave, focus!" he scolded himself. "This is your boss' boyfriend! No funny business. You're already walking on thin ice with her. Gotta stay professional."
The fox was just getting off the bed to continue his investigation when he noticed something blue hiding under the sheets. His paw probed its way under the covers and grabbed hold of it. His eyes widened. It was long, squishy and slippery. Dave slowly uncovered the dildo, about ten inches long and nearly as thick as a soda can. "Sh-shit..." Someone sure had fun with this. He was starting to piece together what had happened in the room. Brock must have been tied down to the bed facedown while the other, a mysterious dom, was behind him at the foot of the bed pleasuring from behind. Judging by the lack of semen where the Dalmatian's ass would have been (or anywhere on the bed save for the one spot), Dave reasoned the other must have used the girthy dildo almost exclusively.
Or maybe... Perhaps the Dalmatian was tied down face-up while the other impaled her (or him) self on the canine's dick and penetrated themself with the huge silicone cock for added pleasure.
Dave shook his head. The only way to be sure would be to taste the dildo, and then compare it to the taste of Brock's ass. If it was the same taste, then... Oh, what does it matter? It's clear that someone else was here. People can't tie themselves up and use a dildo at the same time. But I can't find any evidence anyone else was here! Maybe he sucked on it... The questions all swirled around in the fox's head and made him dizzy. It seemed like multiple questions could be answered by knowing what the dildo tasted like. Even though he didn't have anyone to compare the taste to at the moment, if he found Brock he could taste that Dalmatian's taint and know if it was him or someone else. If it was someone else, he'd prove that Brock was cheating on Allison. But even if he weren't, wouldn't that mean Brock's cheating on her with me?
"Shut up," he scolded himself. "You're not cheating on him. You're just... investigating. Just checking out his belongings. Besides, I have to clean the room. And this monster looks like it needs a good cleaning." He put the dildo to his lips and took a big sniff. The sharp, earthy scent of ass rushed through his nostrils and clouded his brain. Without thinking, his tongue slipped out from behind his lips and caressed the slick surface. Lube. Silicone. Taint. The tastes and smells enveloped him, blocking out everything else. His tongue drew slowly along the wet rubbery cock, more and more of his tongue poking out to wrap itself around its girth. The taste grew stronger, and he let out a low murr. He could almost imagine the monster dildo pounding him in the ass, forcing his ass cheeks further and further apart as it penetrated deeper and deeper, punishing his prostate...
He slowly worked his way up to the tip of the playtoy. It tapered just enough to loosen up the victim before they met the extent of its width, but not enough to let them off easy. Dave played around the tip with his tongue, caressing it, kissing it. His mouth begged for it, to taste it with his insides. He didn't leave his body waiting long: with a final, sloppy kiss on the tip, he parted his lips over it and pushed it past his teeth.
It felt like he was trying to shove a fist in his mouth. His jaw protested, but the dildo insisted. Further and further it crept in, jamming his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. The fox moistened its sumptuous length bit by bit with saliva, delighting in the dominating aroma. Before he knew it he had swallowed half the silicone cock, and the other half demanded he open up more. His jaw was finally stretching to accommodate its girth, and it slipped in faster. Not even Alex is this thick, save for his knot. His eyes clenched shut as set new personal records, shoving more and more back into his throat, engorging himself on the dong.
Soon, all that remained was the base he held onto with white knuckles. He gave a naughty grin as best he could with a face full of dick. He came up slowly, beginning to pump the dildo, milking it for its imaginary juices. His throat was already becoming sore, but the endorphins clouded the discomfort. Again and again he came down on the rubbery cock, twisting it, taking it from different angles so he could get the taste everywhere he could.
His head bobbed up and down, faster and faster until it was pounding the back of his throat like a jackhammer. He moaned through the beating, only wanting more. The faux cock had almost taken on a life of its own, squelching and flexing as it went in and out of the eager fox. His murrs crescendoed as he slammed it into his maw faster and faster, deeper than he ever thought possible. With one last great exertion, he shoved it down as far as he dared go, imagining gush after needy gush of cum sliding down his sore throat. He moaned in need of that magical, warm, thick substance. His body quivered in pleasure as he lay curled up on the bed, hardly an inch of the dildo remaining dry as he sucked it, milking it for all it was worth.
No matter how much he needed the taste of cum in his mouth, he knew he wouldn't be able to have it right here, right now. Nevertheless, he relished the taste and smell of lube, silicone and ass as inch after inch of the thick dildo slid from his lips. The blue monster barely escaped in time to avoid a coughing fit that took Dave for nearly a minute. Now that the endorphins were starting to wear off, his throat felt like it was on fire. "F-fuck..." he stammered. "Never doing -cough- that again."
* * *
Dave gingerly opened the door to the small employee lounge, located at the end of the first floor hallway, just a few doors down from the fox's economy room. Like his room, it was standard, small hotel room, except it was filled with repair tools, ladders, spare furniture, and whatever else the management didn't have room for. There was just enough room to spare for the table and fridge, leaving little space for navigating through the clutter. Still, it felt like a second home to Dave. He needed a drink, something to soothe his sore throat. Hope there's still some of that smoothie left from this morning...
Warren sat inside at the small round table in the center, surrounded by the jumbled mess. The blue dragon looked up from his tablet as the fox entered. "Hey Dave. Damn, you look rough, bud. You been sleeping okay?"
"Sleeping just fine," Dave answered in a raspy voice, working his way past the dragon and to the refrigerator beyond.
Warren raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you just sucked a fat one."
The fox coughed. "W-what?"
"Kidding," the other said with a chuckle. "Well, partially. I swear I saw Tiago around here earlier. The three of you been getting it on during work hours again?"
"Nono, nothing like that. And I've told you, I only do that on break. Usually." Dave both loved and hated Warren's direct way of talking. The white-maned dragon often used it to get right to the source of a problem, but sometimes it pushed the limits of what the fox was willing to divulge. Well, he does enjoy gossip, after all. Dave found a half-cup's worth of the banana smoothie hiding in the back of the fridge and poured it out for himself. He sat down at the table, picking up a paper to read absent-mindedly while he tried to avoid Warren's piercing gaze.
Finally, the other could stand the silence no further. "Seriously, bud. What's going on? You're acting really strange. I'd say you're either really nervous or really horny. I can't tell which."
Dave nearly choked on his drink. "W-What are you talking about? Everything's fine."
"You're reading the paper upside-down."
Shit. It looked like there was no deflecting Warren this time. "Well... As to the question of nervous or horny? To tell the truth, maybe a little of both."
The dragon put down his tablet and leaned in close. "So what's up?"
The fox took a deep breath and explained the mission Allison had tasked him with. He told Warren that the otter knew about his experiences with Alex and Tiago, and that his job might be on the line if he didn't succeed in figuring out whether or not Allison's boyfriend was cheating on her. He gave every detail of evidence he found in room 361, though he glossed over the parts about the cum stain and the dildo. He didn't feel like sharing every dirty detail of his mission, but his body made him tell more than he would have normally. After finishing in Brock's room, he had found his own boxers smelled strongly of pre. But as pleasurable as the experience had been, he hadn't fully gotten off from blowing the huge dildo. His body was still tense with sexual energy.
"So you couldn't find any evidence of anyone else being there? And you have no idea who used the dildo?" Warren asked.
"Yeah," Dave said with bright red cheeks. He took a sip of the smoothie. "It's the weirdest thing. It's like he was being fucked by a ghost."
The dragon chuckled and tossed his white mane. "That can't be the only explanation. Some species don't give many signs of their presence. Take orcas, for example. No hair to leave behind. Or dragons for that matter--those without manes, anyway. But all of us leave a scale print on sheets."
The fox's ears perked up. "A scale print?"
"Yeah, it usually looks like little dimples on the sheets when I get up. Pretty faint, but they're there."
Dave wracked his brain, trying to remember every detail of the bedsheets. They looked well-trodden, but nothing had appeared out of the ordinary. Then again, he didn't know to look for scale prints earlier. "So what do they look like exactly? Can you draw them?"
Warren looked at him quizzically. "I'm a repairman, Dave, not an artist. It's not really something I can describe without showing."
An idea started forming in the fox's mind. "You're still on break for another 30 minutes, right? Do you think you could show me quick?"
"Huh?"
Dave couldn't tell if his idea came into being through reason or just being horny, but now that he was curious there was no stopping him. "I mean, I've got a room now, just a few doors down. The bedsheets are the same as in Brock's room, just a little smaller is all. Should still react the same way to scale imprints. Think you could help me figure out the, uh, forensics?"
The dragon considered him for a moment, not sure whether to take him seriously. He finally smiled and shook his head. "What the hell, I've got time. I'll play along with your investigation. Lead the way!"
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