All in a Days Work Pt.1
WHOOP! First story.
Good evening/morning everyone.
This is my first story here on SoFurry and I hope it's enjoyed by one and all.
Not much here, no yiff...yet but just introducing you to Mr. Saint(first name to come) and what he does on a daily basis. So, feel free to critique and I'll take it under consideration. I hope this story to be the first part of a semi-long series.
So please, enjoy and feel free to drop me a line.
Thank you and good night.
The pounding of the bass shook the walls, as sweat covered bodies moved against one another in a disgusting, perverted dance. Their matted fur and the damp floor seemed to do most of the crowd justice. Others filled the corners of the room, either passed out from the drugs or worse: fornicating in front of everyone else.
"Have they no shame? Damn bloody animals." The figure said aloud though no one could hear him over the music.
If anyone had any kind of sense then they would have noticed that there was something wrong with this particular fellow. He didn't light up like the rest of the guests; a smile wasn't spread across his muzzle. He showed some kind of fierce determination for something, but the others were too caught up in the pulse pounding, ear popping techno to really notice the figure slip through the crowd and up towards the manager's office. The room was decorated as he expected; sleazy. Shag rugs, various posters of smut and red lights illuminating the room. The figure shook his head disapprovingly.
"This is a cesspit of sin..."
He continued walking down the halls, ignoring the pleasure moans of fornication that echoed down the hall way. Clutching the silenced pistol in his paw the figure made his way to the last door, he could hear voices through the cracks in the door. Placing the side of his face against the door he could hear bits and pieces of the conversation.
"These stupid animals, throwing away their hard earned paychecks for what, drugs and sex? They could just get it from their own rotten kind."
It was for the first time that he noticed that the dance floor hadn't just been populated by furs but also by humans, mostly women and some men. This wasn't a rave like he once thought. It was a brothel. Stepping back from the door he pulled the silence pistol out of his coat and kicked the door in.
"What the f-"
The pasty human didn't have a chance to finish his curse before the figure put a bullet between his eyes. The bouncer he was conversing met the same similar fate. Suddenly the gun was knocked away by a third bouncer who had been by the door followed up by a punch. Ducking swiftly he dropped to one knee and delivered a punch between the legs of the bouncer followed by a cracking sound. The bouncer fell to the floor cradling his now broken family jewels. Getting off his knee, the figure picked his gun back up and finished off the last bouncer.
"Mission...Accomplished."
"HEY! Let's go in here! The doors open."
"Henri, slow down dear. If I didn't know better I'd say the bartender slipped something in your drink."
He turned on his heel. A pair of voices echoed in the hall. Great, he does the job quick and clean and these fucks have to come and mess it up for him. So he slipped into the shadows where the third bouncer had ambushed him and waited.
"I'll see if the room is occupied dear."
"Be careful Henri."
The voice was louder now and soon a silhouette filled the doorway. With sweat matting his fur, the figure quickly stepped in front of the door and slammed it in the Otter's face.
"This is a private office. Please leave."
The otter muttered a curse under his breath and left. Only the figure and the bodies were in the room again, moving over to the manager he bent down and searched the pockets for anything of value. Finding only a two bit watch, the managers wallet and a somewhat expensive cell phone, he began to search through the wallet for loose bills and of course his calling card. Reaching into the sleeve of the wallet he found the managers ID and smeared it in the blood pool near his head. Standing up again he moved towards the door and peeked outside. The hall was clear and soon he disappeared outside.
As he walked down the street a few police cars flew by, lights illuminating the dark streets in glorious blue and red. Someone had found the bodies, probably that damn otter or a bouncer fresh on his shift. It wasn't that important though, he did his job and now all he had to do was call his employer. Moving into an alley he quickly whipped out his cell phone and hit the speed dial. A few moments passed before the black limo pulled up and he got in.
"Ah Mr. Saint, so good to see you; I take it the job is done?" His blood red tongue protruded from his mouth for a second.
"I wouldn't have called you otherwise." He reached into his coat pocket and withdrew the bloodied ID.
"Proof of the deed, now where's my money?" He said confidently.
But the employer shook his head.
"It's so easy to dip a borrowed ID in some ketchup sauce and let it dry Mr. Saint. But, I do believe you if that means anything I had one of my...associates hack into the security cameras inside the club. Very impressive I must say. Had a close call with that Otter; but you are certainly worth the price."
All he did was nod and wait.
"Ah, you want your payment." He clapped his hands together. "Excellent! You will find it at Wilson Street, locker 17."
He leaned forward in the leather seat. "Wilson Street? That's where all the storage lockers are. I asked for cash, I don't need a car or anything like that. I could get tracked."
The employer grinned slightly. "My good man, you don't think I'd have half a million dollars with me? Oh no sir, I may admire your work I take care of myself first and foremost! Go to Wilson Street and get your payment."
The limo came to a halt and the door next to him opened with an audible click.
"Good night Mr. Saint. I hope to have use for you...services again." The snake gave him a toothless grin.
"My answer is still no I won't sleep with you, offer me anything in the world but I still won't do it. Sorry, I don't have a thing for snakes" The snake's grin disappeared as he got out of the Limo and nodded his head at the Doberman chauffer and disappeared into the dark alleys that lined the street.
He found himself in front of Locker 17 a few hours later. His paw gripped around the key, he hadn't noticed it but the chauffeur had slipped it in somehow. He didn't care as much now, maybe the cab driver with the broken window did but he sure as hell didn't. The driver's curses echoed down the street as the car sped out of the neighborhood. Heading towards what looked like the main office he could only hope it wasn't a set up. All he wanted to do was grab the money and go home to sleep. After getting directions and a lewd comment from the overweight lynx at the front desk (something about a certain "key" in a hole) he found himself in front of Locker 17. It was just like the first sixteen containers he'd passed. Large, rectangular, steel plated. Looked more like a bomb shelter than a storage container he thought to himself, taking the key out of his pocket he advanced on the storage container, putting the key in the lock he could hear the tumblers falling into place and the door slowly began to move. He stepped in front of the gate and waited for it to finally stop, mind wandering to the possibilities. For all he knew there was another hit man in there with a gun and it would all end tonight.
But to his surprise there wasn't a gunman, nor a bomb or anything deadly. All that filled the rather large space was a car and large attaché cash on the hood of the car. Upon closer inspection he found it to be a Ford Mustang GT.
"The snake actually listens...Damn."
He checked around and underneath the car looking for any kind of explosive device and found none. Moving back to the hood he opened the attaché case and found a key inside with a note.
"Mr. Saint, congratulations on another successful job. Please, enjoy the car and the reward in the trunk."
That's when the alarms in his head went off the charts. Grabbing the keys, he moved to the trunk and popped it open. Inside was the million and...a lioness bound and gagged.
END PART 1