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Being in front of a big building full of lights always has a way of making you wary of your next decisions in the next ten hours. Especially when the place has promised certain kinds of "entertainment", and the friend that has brought you here is as allergic to good decisions as he is to stable relationships. But hey, it can have its perks sometimes...

"And here we are, my dear Lionel, the best club in town, Club Absinthe!"

"It's... erm... flashy."

"You can say that again! They didn't have that rainbow neon sign a month ago. Would you believe that this place looked like a normal building by then?"

"I don't, know, probably not?"

"Yeah... and by the way, you DID remember to bring your ID, right?"

"Y-yes."

"Good, because with that scaredy cat attitude no one is going to believe you're 20. Jeez, I know you're a gecko, but doesn't mean you have to be a walking stereotype, too."

"Excuse me!?"

"Yeah, you're just hiding in the next hole around instead of facing the wind! But today it's gonna change, or my name isn't Gerard Barker! Heheh"

"No need for oaths, Jerry. Don't know what's gonna happen today."

"What's gonna happen is this, we're gonna get inside, you're going to start attracting suitors like a fresh antelope in the middle of a tiger convention, and then you'll go with one of them, and go having a bit of "fun". Or maybe you're the kind that goes for more than one, you hungry bastard?"

"Hey, cut it! You know how I am..."

"Bah, all that shy masquerade is going to lift like a tin can's lid once you get inside the place, and a bunch of carefully selected cocktails inside your stomach, heheh."

"Wait, you already planned the drinks?"

"Please, mister, I'm a professional hyena."

"A professional wanker, that is."

"Oh, I do much more than that. But that low-brow joke means you're ready, so let's get off the car before you develop an attachment to the seat."

And so we are off into the building with neon lights and a THIS IS WHERE YOUR INNOCENCE DIES sign. Oh, wait, that's my mind trying to run away and ever look back. Why did I decide to ask this horny hyena to bring me here?

"Now careful with entering, there's a killer step up in the entrance and it has made a LOT of people fall on their face."

"Why do I imagine a LOT of drunks fall on this one all the time?"

"Heheheh... actually we call it the "Back to reality" step. If you see anyone fall on their face, make sure to salute them. That's what we all do."

"Cruel much?"

"Mayyyyyyyybe."

"The hyena laughing at people suffering? Now you're the walking stereotype."

"But I'm a handsome, tall, and mushy stereotype, heheheh!"

I'll do him the favor of ignoring that one, as a friend I know how truly preoccupied he is about his appearance. I know for a fact that he has probably the best kept fur in the whole town; always trimmed and cleaned to perfection.

Suddenly I remember about the dastardly step of doom, just in time to carefully go over it, signaling our entrance in the absinthe club.

"Also, we're gonna have to talk loud 'cause of the music."

"WHAT?"

"THAT THERE'S LOUD MUSIC!"

"AH!"

The ground floor is basically like any other club ever; dancefloor, counter with the typical waiter who'd most likely ignore everything that is going around him, and people alternating between dancing like spazzes and drinking to keep doing so without falling down."

"WE'RE GOING TO THE UPPER FLOOR, THAT'S WHERE THE REAL FUN IS."

I signal him the "ok I'm following you" sign that we've used to many times in the past. We have signs for the most inane things, actually. He goes towards the stairs on the left side, which by the way are enormous, and we are greeted with a bunch of tables and chairs, and sofas, and a strange machine onto one of the walls. And another counter at the end, for if you thought you could get away from alcohol here.

"There, this is a place with less blaring."

"Hmm..."

"yes, I know, the music ain't exactly stellar. But that's not why we're here. This si the social place. "

I notice that the sofas are full of guys basically groping each other. Yep, this be the place that will finally get rid of the massive dry spell I've had for so much time.

"Now, these are "easy hours". The hard gay drunks usually come later, so it's the perfect chance now while they are sober ad the worst stuff ain't here yet."

"Worst?"

"Bad people, drama queens, borderline rapists, and the ones in the hall of shame."

He pointed to one of the walls, and I saw a bunch of photos of people.

"Those people are considered "Persona non grata" here, if you see them, make an excuse and leave."

"Are they dangerous?"

"Indeed. They're either violent assholes or HIV ridden pricks who have nothing better to do than ruining the reputation of everyone else."

"Woah. What?"

"I'm telling you again just so you know, be careful. Not paranoid, but also don't let yourself, or me get blindsided into a terrible life decision. I'm trusting you here."

"G-got it."

And the ambiance suddenly felt a lot more serious.

"Now, let's sit somewhere..: Do I know anyone here? Nah, I'm alone tonight. Good."

"Excuse you, I'm here!"

"Well, yeah, but you got what I mean."

I make an exaggerated "hmpf" sound and side my head. He looks at me with squinty eyes.

"Oh, we got a free soFA: "

The hyena moves my head towards the right side where a pair of extremely slutty looking foxes are going off with a shark-guy who looks like he could beat someone down with his pinky.

"Let's get it quick, before we lose it."

We move at the speed of lightning in the hopes of catching the elusive commodity. Of course it's a success, and so we triumphantly sit down looking like we've won a medal.

"And now, we hold our position. There must always be someone here, or that toucan dude that almost takes the seat will steal it before we can say "Hey"."

"I'm surprised these sofas aren't crumbling, this being a club like this."

"Heheheheh, this place isn't that old. Now..."

When he says the word now, like that, you know that it means his latest crazy idea has come up in his mind.

"Since it's still early, let's take advantage and ask for the drinks now. Go and get me some whiskey."

"Well, aren't you a slave driver?"

"If you're a slave, I'm a chauffeur."

"Point taken. Also, if you're gonna drive..."

"Bah, the whiskey will go down in two or three hours."

"Sure."

I go to the counter, where an absent minded fat dog asks me for my order in the middle of the horndogs around me exchanging pick up lines. I get the drinks, pay up, and then I realize the hidden truth of this endeavor, making me strut all-round the bar and gathering attention so I couldn't play the sitting duck on the sofa on the side. Clever bastard.

"Back, did you like the model runway?"

"Hm? I'm sure the guys that were totally not staring into your ass enjoyed it more."

"H-How many?"

"Hehehehe, why don't you try looking around? I'm sure if you look at people with one of your longing lizard expressions, they might even come here. Oh, wait, someone IS coming."

"Huh!?"

To my immediate surprise, a seal dude that seemed to have come out of the woodwork comes into our little sofa and nonchalantly crosses his arms in front of us, as if trying to show himself off. Pretty nice looking guy, kind of short, kind of skinny and definitely flamboyant, if his bright blue and white clothes are anything to go by.

"Hey, Steven, how's it going?"

"Oh, so glad you can actually see me now, since I looked like an idiot waving at you at the dance floor."

"Well, sorry, man, I was busy helping my friend here. It's his first time."

"hmm, I'll maybe forgive you... if this cute lizard tells me their name."

The feisty seal dude sits next to me without any degree of shame making us both recoil on our seats, I drink my whiskey trying to hide my newfound nervousness.

"So... come here often?"

"Ehhh...."

"Oh, Jerry, you brought a shy one! Don't worry, I ain't a monster, I don't bite. Much."

At this point the hyena chuckles.

"Look, Steven, we've gone through this. Going head first into someone and invading his personal space is..."

"Baaaaaaaad..."

It sounds like someone reciting a poem at school. It's almost childish, and I can't help but chuckle at it. Suddenly, all my tension as gone. Jerry winks. Clever bastard.

"I'm Lionel. Nice to meet you."

"Oh, how polite you are. This your first time in this rodeo, then?"

"Yeah. I just got here."

"Well, what are you looking for?"

Jerry suddenly looks back at us with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Looking for? Well, it being this place..."

"Hm, very true... so, top or bottom?"

Jerry now chuckles and brings his hand to his face, probably baffled by his friend's directiveness. But his question in particular I'm a bit more used to.

"I'm mostly a top, actually."

"Typical of reptiles! Why do I even ask."

"Hey, what's with the sudden species profiling?"

"He didn't tell you? People LOVE making comparisons here. It's like the second source of amusement."

"What's the first then?"

I tried to make that question sound as sultry as possible. What can I say, the guy seems nice, looks nice, and basically already asked to get in my pants, so who am I to say no?

"Oh, the main attraction? That's downstairs. Wanna see?"

"I might get lost."

"Oh, I will guide you."

A this point we're basically trading sultry looks. Not completely unusual for me, after but normally I need a lot more alcohol for it. Must be the ambiance, I guess. I look at Jerry to make sure I am not making a terrible decision, and he winks at me.

"Go have fun, you two, I'll just take the time to try to see how much that lion on the other side of the room will be able to ignore me looking straight at him."

"Again with that dude, Jerry? Face it, man, he doesn't want anything you're selling."

"Yeah, maybe. But he'll have to go tell me if he wants out of the supermarket."

With that statement, mister seal stands up, which prompts me to do the same, and he walks towards the stairs, totally not trying to show off. No way. I go after him, trying to void the people moving around, and also making sure my whiskey-filled self doesn't try to treat the steps like a ramp.

"Have you actually been down there?"

"Nope."

He says this as we move towards the down stairs, which are less visible, but quickly we move towards the so called "fun part". Which in this case is a dark room with some faint white lights near the ceiling, and a bunch of... rooms?

"Wait, what are these?"

"Interesting huh? We call these the quarters. Little play rooms that can be closed off if you want."

"Aaaah, that's what this place is about huh?"

"Yep, no more having to go to a crappy hotel. Just get into an unoccupied ne, and enjoy. Hell, some people leave their rooms open on purpose."

"I'd rather not do that, to be honest."

"Yeah, me neither. I mean, I like the hot grabs, but not like that."

I chuckle at the mutual agreement. The seal opens up one of the rooms, peeks inside, and enters after giving me a "Come in here" hand signal. I move into the dark little room to find... another sofa, a chair... and a little carpet which I assume is for people's knees or something like that.

"I know what you're thinking, not exactly a top tier hotel. But it does the job."

Ok, enough talk, I thought. I need to try and actually behave like a top, right? I think I need to behave with some dominance, right? Yeah. Here I go.

"It beats some of the "accommodations" I've had to be in other clubs, let me tell you."

Aaaand now! I move towards the seal, and I move my head towards his throat, which might be another silly stereotype about reptile mating, but it'll get the message across.

"Oh, you wanna go now?"

He raises his head to let me lick that surprisingly smooth throat of his, while I bring my hand to the seal's pants. He is doing the same, and I can feel him pulling the waistband and getting both his hands inside of my boxers.

"Yeah, let's see what you're packing, boy..."

I decide to reciprocate, moving my own hands into the inside of his pants, and realize that we both are already half hard already.

"Oh, wow, are you...? Oh, I gotta see this,"

He suddenly drop both my pants and undergarments with blinding speed. Revealing myself wholly to the seal.

"Oh, wow, you have it pretty big for someone shorter than me!"

"Shorter?"

"Dude, what did you eat as a hatchling for this kind of growth?"

"Dude, it ain't even THAT big."

"You kiddin'? That thing's thicker than my arm. And I mean, I'm like a skeleton but still, damn."

"..."

"Oh, don't tell me you're ashamed of it!"

"Well, it's... y'know."

"Oh, I do know that I'm gonna enjoy this one. Stand next to the carpet, I have a craving now."

_How direct, but I'm surprised this guy isn't used to the more burly guys that frequent this... fine establishment, but those thoughts move away as my body goes to the designated position. _

The seal gets on his knees on the carpet, and pulls down his pants and thong, to reveal an erect dick, pretty smooth, actually. He doesn't waste any time in getting his mouth near my member, putting his nostrils to the shaft in front of him.

"Smells manly as fuck, dude...

Without hesitation he plunges into my member, sliding his tongue on its underside, and engulfing it into its moisture, and making me tense up.

"E-Easy...!"

Ignoring my words, the deal continues his work eagerly, sucking on my dick with quite a fervor, sliding his tongue around my tip while his mouth slides over my entire shaft. And it's doing its job, too.

"F-fuck, don't go... so fast...!"

He again ignores me completely, and start bobbing his head along my shaft, settling on a rhythm. I can also tell, even on my haze of lust, that he's started masturbating himself. Jeez, this guy works fast...

"P-Please... fuck... I..."

As if possessed, the seal raises his speed, accelerating my eventual release even more, plunging his head into my shaft and then going out to the base, and again literally thrusting himself into me.

"S-So eager... are you? If you ... fuck... keep it like this... I won't last... very long!"

The seal apparently has noticed too, but instead of pulling out, he slams himself again and laps intensely at my tip. It proves too much for me, because I just erupt directly into his mouth, spurting my load that has now forcefully been extracted from me. The seal doesn't relent, even puts his hands on my ass to ensure he takes every single drop, and eventually get out of breathe.

"Damn..."

"That was crazy... you taste salty as hell, too."

"S-Sorry I couldn't... hold out... for longer."

"Don't worry, I kind of... went crazy on you..."

"You... can say that again. Now, stand up..."

He squints in confusion, but does stand up. His pole is still hard as a rock.

"Now, you stay still, while I finish you off."

"Oh? Oh, what a gentleman you turned out to be!"

I immediately put both my hands into the seal's shaft, and with a firm grasp I begin to stroke him.

"Hnng... r-rough..."

"Oh, yeah? Just like you before, right?"

I look directly at his face while I mercilessly milk him. He looks at me with a grin full of teeth, and even starts lightly thrusting against my hands.

"Yeah... yeah, keep doing that..."

I get a rhythm with my hands, moving then in different directions, having them meet and separate along his shaft, coaxing his inevitable finish.

"Fuck... I'm gonna..."

"Do it, seal boy! Shoot as far as you can!"

"Fuck!"

I make a final push against his waist, and the seal spurts against my face, staining it with hot pleasure juice.

"Ah..."

"Jeez, that was fast-paced."

"Y-Yeah, sorry, my dear cute lizard, that's how we tend to do things."

"Fast and furious, eh?"

"You got it. Oh, and by the way... you got something on your face."

He immediately leans on me and starts licking his own cum off my face. Surprisingly intimate, actually. He finishes quite quickly, too.

"There, perfect and sparkling. Now, wanna go back to you hyena before he tries to suck someone off in the middle of the club?"

"S-Sure."

I think I can get used to this place.