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Sprawled out, face down, cock throbbing hard enough to almost tear a hole from the padding beneath me. This tower of a wolf cast a shadow right across the Visoka-sized table he'd set me atop. His paws worked away, fingertips the size of my paw nursing my shoulders, my back... my butt.

Every rub, stroke and grope had me grumbling and groaning. The only thing else I could've asked for was to get another look at his handsome face, broad chest... and hefty package...

Another intimate brush of his finger curved under my tail base, squeezing my cheeks. A claw ran over my boxers, then down through the fur of my thigh. I couldn't hide a grunt, or stop my rock hard erection digging even deeper into the cushioning. This'd all come around so fast. Barely a blink since I was back outside, wondering just what in the hell my friends were dragging me into...

"C'mon, it'll be great!"

They kept on saying that, but it didn't help anything. Fact of the matter was I'd never even thought about doing anything like this before.

"Pick up the pace, birthday boy. Night's just starting! Can't wimp out yet."

"Coming," I yelled back. The guys carried on further into the alley, giving precisely zero fucks about everything around us. Even down here on our walkway, sheltered from the giant paws thumping the main path above, it didn't feel safe.

"You good, Oli?" Milo called, the fox stopping along with the others ahead. They rolled on slower atop the conveyor, into the green light raining down from some grotty, bombed-out looking bar across the way.

"I'm good." My eyes wandered over to the wasted pack of wolves gathered outside. This was Sturanja, yeah... but this wasn't no part of Sturanja I'd ever visited before. And yeah, they might be wolves, too, but these weren't no Visoka I figured I could trust.

"It's not much further," said Radek, pointing back over his shoulder. "Round the corner and we're basically there."

"How'd you find this place?" Kris asked, the stocky squirrel having to look way up to the taller lynx as I caught up to them again.

"Alek told me about it," Radek replied. "Said he came here with some friends a few months back. Told me they dropped hundreds on it."

"What?" Milo scoffed. "And you believe him?"

"No. But that part of the story doesn't matter a damn. What does matter is it's supposed to be the one place you check out when you're in town."

Catching the train down to Sturanja, checking into our hotel, cruising the shoreside for pre-drinks; the whole time I couldn't get my head into party mode. I wasn't a prude. Hell, far from it. But I'd never done anything like this before.

"They say your twenty-first is supposed to be a birthday to remember." Radek took me by the shoulder, shaking it. "Think you're gonna remember this just fine."

I didn't say a word in reply. Not that I had to.

"Don't be pretending like this ain't something you're looking forward to," Milo called, his big brush whipping about as we turned the corner. The backstreets were even darker here. Even more crowded with bars, clubs and their large, loud clientele. Not all that many Maleni to be seen here, far off the beaten track. That didn't help settle me.

"Can't miss the way you watch all the big guys walk on by when we're out and about. Rumbling along like they do, decked out in their tight shirts and trousers, showing off their--"

"Alright," I barked. "Alright, damn."

"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of," Radek said, leading the way. "I like guy watching, too... Just I go for guys I can watch without binoculars."

They all started laughing. Even Kris, quiet as he normally is, grunted a chuckle. "Man, you too?"

"Sorry." He grinned. "But face it. You gots a hard on for Visoka. Permanently."

Their laughter grew into something closer to howling, lasting the rest of our way there. It didn't bother me much. We gave each other shit on pretty much daily over something or other. What did, and still was bothering me was whatever they were about to drag me into.

As promised, the massage parlour Radek had been raving to us about sat right around the corner. Electric pink flooded out from the club, strip bar, or whatever operated on the ground floor beneath it. We skipped past that and the dull bassline thumping inside, heading into the tight Maleni-sized entrance of the stairwell next door.

I let the guys chatter on about what they were gonna go for. What species of girl, or guy in Radek's case, how many they wanted (ever the optimists), and a whole lot of other stuff I didn't feel much like getting involved in.

We stepped out from the damp, fluorescently-lit entrance way, into a lift decked out in enough graffiti to give me a headache. At least, I think that's what did it.

"Happy birthday!" Again Radek grabbed me by the shoulder. He looked like a kid on New Year's morning. Milo and Kris, too.

The doors parted with an ear-flicking ping, revealing the main reception, and the Maleni-sized area that the lift opened into. To my shock, it looked... nice. In this area of town, with everything else around it, I'd expected some seedy dump with shit neon, leather everything and... cocks and tits for days. What I did get on the other hand was something more like the reception of some big, highbrow office building back home. The receptionist sat behind a big wooden desk, with bright plants and expensive-looking couches all around us. The other customers didn't look how I'd imagined them to, either. Weird, creepy and... okay, sure, they were dressed kinda seedy, but they still looked... normal.

"Hello, my dear." Radek leaned over the desk, putting on that stupid, overly formal voice he insisted on using whenever he wanted to be... upmarket. "Me and my friends here were hoping to indulge in your services this evening. If you'd be so kind as to fit us in?"

Even Kris shot me a look of embarrassment as I hang back. Mind, that big tail twitching behind him didn't do much to hide his excitement.

"Certainly," the well-groomed, smartly dressed tigress replied. "How many of you?"

"Four," replied Milo, keeping his voice something closer to normal. He pointed back to me. "It's our friend's birthday. Twenty-first."

"Really now?" She flashed me a grin. "In that case..." leaning down behind the desk, she reappeared with a flyer of some kind. "I think I can offer something that you'll all find interesting. Four 'Superior' treatments for just fifty tolars each. It's great value."

Radek and Milo grinned at each other. They barely waited to shoot back, "Deal!"

"Wonderful." She nudged her card reader closer, smiling.

"We've got this," Radek said over his shoulder, whipping out his cash card along with Milo and Kris.

"Thanks, man." Thank the gods for that. Deal or not, fifty tolars was pretty fuckin' hefty. Still, I smiled. This whole thing had me nervy as hell... but I appreciated the gesture.

"Thank you so much." The receptionist handed over their receipts, leaning closer for the next part. "Now, do you have any special requests?"

The guys ran through what they were hoping to get. Species and gender were the main requirements. Pretty vanilla, judging by the reception tigress' expression throughout. That changed when Radek got to me. "...As for the birthday boy. He's hoping to be treated by your biggest, most strapping Visoka."

All eyes on me. Grins, too. The door to the lift looked pretty damn tempting.

"Of course," she answered, glancing to me again. "We cater for all tastes here. There's usually a slightly higher charge, but... consider it our birthday gift to you."

"Oh... Thanks." I wondered how much of a deal we were really getting in all this. Mostly however, I was noticing the rat smirking down at me from over in the main Visoka waiting area.

"A wolf," Kris muttered. "He likes wolves. Like him."

I cringed. Suddenly the carpet got real interesting.

"That won't be a problem at all," the receptionist replied. I could still hear her grin. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. One of my colleagues will be through to take care of you real soon."

We crashed onto a couple of couches in the far corner, in perfect view of the doorway into the back area. One by one, I watched ladies emerge to collect customer after customer, leading them off behind the curtain. The guys meanwhile were too busy talking about what we had to come, bouncing with anticipation in their seats. Saying that, quiet as I'd kept myself... I was getting into it, too. The idea of this crappy massage at some creepy place in the backstreets had me dreading this point. But, sat in these not awful surroundings, fully aware of the big, Visoka wolf preparing for... Yeah, it got me testing out the couch cushions, too.

"Party of Radek?" We looked up to the young doe waiting at the doorway. She beckoned us over with a finger. All of us, myself included, jumped out our seats.

Passing through the curtain took us into a bare, narrow corridor, a couple of openings in sight down towards the other end. The guys were practically climbing over each other as our hostess led us on, a few celebratory cheers here and there.

"Oli?" She stopped, turning to me with a smile.

"Uh... Yeah."

"You'll be through there." I followed her pointing to a third curtained doorway on our right. Suddenly all the anticipation, positive and negative, came to a head.

"Have fun," Radek called, almost skipping in pursuit of the others as they carried on down the hall.

Heading inside took me back into clean, well-kept surroundings. It was a 'small' room, by Visoka standards, but made up real well. Scenic pictures on the wall, plants in each corner, and a few candles here and there. What really caught my attention though was another, Visoka-sized curtain at the back, almost as wide as the room area itself.

It might not have meant to, but all this made me real conscious of how small I was here on this little balcony. It had room enough for me, and what looked like a small changing area--

A solid thump rolled through the ground, up into my ears. It pulled me right out of my room search and squarely onto the large curtain shifting aside.

In he stepped, sculpted, grey-furred chest and solid biceps parting the hanging fabric with ease. Wearing nothing but a black pair of briefs, clinging tight to his heavy thighs, this huge, well-built wolf thudded towards the treatment table at the room's centre. They left absolutely nothing to the imagination, emphasising every single curve, bulge and... holy... gods above, he was hot.

"Hello there," he said with enough bass to send me into a shudder. Already, seconds in, I faced a battle to hide my attraction. "My name's Stefan... and I'll be tending to you this evening."

"Hey..." That single word took an insane amount of effort.

"And you are?"

Heart racing, cheeks and ears burning, I struggled to know where to look. Every direction only seemed to lead back to him. "...Oli."

"Oli," he repeated sweetly. "That's a cute name."

"Uh." Ok. Meltdown time. My head went in all directions, overloaded by a guy... way too good looking to be for real.

"So then..." Another thumping step took him around the treatment table. He sat on the edge closest to me, hands on hips. "What are you looking for this evening?"

"Looking for?" He had to be doing this on purpose... I tried not to stare at his package. His stomach. His chest. It took a while, but I did work my way up to his smile eventually. Then to his big blue eyes. "I don't... really know."

"That's fine." He clapped his hands together, rubbing. "We'll play it by ear."

"Sure... Okay."

"Go get yourself changed..." He reached down to pat the table. "...and I'll come help you over."

That's all the prompting I needed. Down to my boxers I stripped, rushing back out of the makeshift changing area to be greeted by a wall of wolf stomping towards me. My neck ached from how high I had to look to his handsome muzzle, far beyond that cliff-like chest jutting out directly overhead. Admittedly, it was less my discomfort and more his bulging briefs that shifted my attention, swaying heavily along with his hips almost level with me. So big... any closer, and this balcony might've been tested by the weight... Not that I would have minded seeing that.

"Ready?" Down came his paws, lifting me as promised once I gave the go ahead. He pulled me to him, closer to the white fur of his bare stomach. His strong scent wafted, all male, getting my heart thumping with almost the same power as his steps towards the massage table. It was a fight not to start panting right there and then.

He laid me face down atop the table. The white fabric shone beneath the lamps above, barely flexing but still comfortable enough. Nice as it was, I'd have much preferred to be peering at something else right about then.

Those lamps soon began to dim, stopping just shy of becoming mood lighting. The flicker from a few candles lighting up caught the corner of my eye, but things got darker yet once this wolf, Stefan, bent down over me.

"Let's get you ready." Those words rumbled softly in my ears, with all kinds of images filling my head the moment he reached down for some clear bottle of liquid.

A quick squirt, a clap and a rub of his his paws later, he lowered them down towards me. I shivered as they neared, a sweet, fruity smell balancing with his own strong scent. Two fingers pressed into my back, wandering up to moisten my shoulders, then down to do the same all the way to my tailbase.

"Okay," he said, muzzle close enough for his breathing to ruffle my fur. "Shall we get started?"

He took my silence as approval. Correctly. I was only too happy to have his pads back on me.

He worked up to my shoulders again, taking them between the finger and thumb of each paw. A gentle squeeze and rubbing followed, repeating again and again.

For a Visoka as big and broad as this guy, I couldn't get over the softness of his touch. I mean, it wouldn't take much to hurt me, if he really wanted to... or even if he didn't. In a weird way, knowing that helped relax me as much as the massaging. Every muscle in my body stretched and eased in unison, until I was almost malleable in his possession.

Down moved his fingers. They rubbed my shoulder blades, stroked my sides, and began working firm circles over my back. My breathing matched the softness of his as it flowed comfortably through my fur. It'd kick up a notch once he travelled down to my hips.

His force lightened even more, but still he remained strong enough to press me into the padding below. An electric tingle ran through the small of my back, radiating out from the blunt claw he ran across it.

It entered my arms, my legs, starting them flexing and tightening. My tail whipped all the while, slowing to a sway as this huge wolf moved his attention even further downwards.

"Sorry." He snickered. "Too strong?"

"It's fine," I mumbled into the padding. My focus at that point was more on where his fingers were heading than where they'd been.

Two of them swept around to my thighs, squeezing into my flesh as his thumbs touched down atop my butt. My eyes shot wide open, tail twitching. The shock would pass... leaving me to ponder what he had in store.

So, here I lied, his pads working away, warming my boxers as he toyed around below my tail. Those fingers pressed and eased into my sides, while thumbs ground up and down, side to side, shifting my cheeks along with them. I wasn't sure how much of this came as part of the massage... but honestly, I couldn't have cared less.

Turning my head let me catch a glimpse of his bicep, flexing and bulging hard with every movement. I closed my eyes, sighed, and pictured those big arms, wide chest, and that tight bulge in his briefs. A deep breath got me a noseful of his musk, only adding to the imagery in my head. All that, plus the constant grinding against my hips and butt, soon got my cock hardening against the table.

"Seems like you're enjoying yourself." A flash of panic. Eyes darted open again. "Grunting away."

"Oh!" I sighed. Of course, he couldn't have known about... that. "It's real good. You're real good."

"Thank you," he sang, running my tail through his fingers. His other paw remained below, a single finger tracing a circle around my rear. It soon homed in on the centre of my cheeks, prodding just enough to start them parting.

I sucked air through my teeth, ears bolting up right. Don't get me wrong, it was amazing, as if I were being teased by a very long, thick... I'd begun to pant, pushing out my hips until his strength pressed me back down to the table. My damp cock dug deep into the cushioning, pressure only adding to the sensation around my tail. Ok... Things had definitely moved beyond a massage.

"Roll onto your back."

Back came the panic. But why? Hell, I wanted this. I wanted this buff wolf to be fucking around with me on the table. I suppose I just didn't want to go showing off the lake of pre he'd helped send all over my boxers. "What was that?"

The pause that followed ended with his finger jabbing firmer. He forced me to hump into the table, and growl out a grunt as my cock bore the brunt of it all.

I caught Stefan's grin as he leaned down closer beside me. Whispering softly, he told me, "It's okay. I'd be more surprised if I'd not got a reaction out of you." His nose prodded my cheek. "Come on, Oli. No need to be shy."

My face and ears went warm. It's not like I could deny him. After all, if it came to it, he could simply flip me over with a finger or two.

The cool air bit at my cocktip as I lifted, pre keeping it stuck to my boxers like glue. I rolled over, allowing my erection to spring up like a mast. My cheeks got even hotter. Very little fabric remained dry. That went for my crotch fur, too.

"There we go." Stefan meanwhile just smiled, bringing his paws to my stomach. "Wasn't so bad, was it?"

I stayed quiet, watching his huge body move to block out the ceiling. His thighs slammed against the table, jolting both it, and me.

As he started to stroke and massage my front side, my attention shifted to his hips and the big bulge they framed. Stefan's muscular arms worked away, all for me... though judging by the growth beneath his own briefs, filling and stretching them out even tighter, the enjoyment was mutual.

My cock pulsed stronger and stronger, like lust alone was about to bring it tearing through my boxers. So much of me wanted to grab it, go all out, especially when the huge wolf treating me began rubbing and admiring his own.

"About time to bring things to a close, I'd say."

"Close?" I sat up, leaning on my elbows. "We're done?"

"Oh, you're sweet." Stefan chuckled, rubbing a paw down his side. "But no, not quite." It curved towards his stomach. Carried on down to his package. "You've been so good." He swept beneath, cupped his balls, and gave them a weighty bounce. "I think it's time to wrap things up properly for you."

I glanced up to his smirk. "You mean?" That turned it into a grin.

"Ready?"

My heart and my head went into overdrive. What the hell was about to go down exactly? What did he have planned? Thoughts rushed by so fast, that I almost forgot to blurt out a, "Yes... Please."

He couldn't wait to get underway. His big index finger curled above me, touching down to slide a claw under the elastic of my boxers. He blasted me with his scent, breathing hard as my crotch tingled from the cold air around it. It left me panting. Though not as much as his paws closing in on my cock and balls.

Just like the massage, for such a big guy, he remained delicate with his touch. Accurate, too. He found the base of my shaft with a finger pad, nursing it up towards my head. It got me squirming, barking out as I tensed and fired another glob of pre onto my belly.

Even Stefan was getting hard with all this playing. His throaty, growling sigh seemed to fill the entire room, sending a tremble through me from the finger stroking my sticky tip.

That was it. I had no choice but to take myself in paw and pump away. No question, this was officially the sexiest fucking experience of my life.

"Hold on now." He nudged my arm away from my crotch. "Don't go spoiling the fun."

I watched him back away from the table, much to my disappointment. It wouldn't last long.

His thumbs slipped beneath his own briefs, testing what little give remained in the fabric. They crept down his thighs, revealing more and more of the light grey fur beneath. Nestled between them, the top of his thick, throbbing cock came into view. If he really wanted me not to touch myself, he damn sure wasn't making it easy.

Turning to stand sideways on, Stefan gave one final tug to fully reveal himself. He bent over to retrieve his underwear, showing off his firm yet curvy rear. His tail swung lazily, batting at the foot of the table.

"Well then." He stood back up, facing me. His fully exposed cock took centre stage, growing and hardening with every pound of his heart. "Where were we?"

Stefan negotiated his wide frame back to the table. One paw slid up the padding, stopping by my side. The other one followed, flanking me. Hanging high overhead, he gave me a wink. "Stay still."

"Okay--" In a flash, his arms tensed. His whole body raced upwards. Blotted out even more of the lighting above. He came down knees first, slamming the bed hard. A quaking crash issued out, jolting me a fair distance into the air. The whole thing groaned, still trembling long after Stefan had settled his considerable weight above me.

He rolled his shoulders, giving me a low growl from his position on all fours. Reaching down to his crotch, balls swaying like a pendulum, he offered himself a long, lewd pump of his own shaft. It hardened even further, growing to the point where it stretched longer than I stood tall. Gods above, what a view. "This... uh, it's the closest I've ever got to a Visoka before... Like this I mean."

I winced, putting a hand to my head. Why did I say that!? He didn't need to know. Great... Way to make yourself look like a moron--

"Aww, is that right?" His head cocked, smile sweetening. "Don't worry. You're in safe hands."

I smiled back, but it didn't take long for another sensation to get me gasping and groaning all over again. Down came his muzzle, opening to let his big tongue lap away at me. The roughness stung at first, but soon balanced into taunting tickle as it danced around my cock. His speed crept upwards, each teasing lick causing me to shudder and move me even closer to climax. I had no idea if I could touch, but what the hell, lust had taken full control by now.

I let my paws sink into the short fur of Stefan's muzzle, stroking and rubbing, bucking my hips with every suck of my cock. He gave no complaints. In fact, with his grumbling, I think he liked it.

We kept up our efforts, intensifying even. The huge wolf put more and more of his power into it, pressing down harder with every lick and every suck, milking me for all I was worth. He pressed me further and further into the bedding, rocking and rumbling the table with the shift of his weight above. For my part, my humping had turned into full blown fucking. I leaned up to press my nose into the top of his big muzzle, letting his scent heighten my desire. We were approaching the vinegar strokes. My crotch pounded like there'd be no tomorrow, readying a load so strong, hell, I might have even managed to fill a Visoka's muzzle! So, imagine my frustration then when Stefan eased away, licking his chops as he settled back to kneel at the end of the bed.

"No need to look at me like that." Back came his grin, beyond his towering shaft. He took it in paw. A few more sly squeezes to keep his own lust ticking over. "Changing things up is all."

His free paw reached out, two fingers nursing beneath my head, then my shoulders, before lifting me by my back.

My ears flicked in time with the faint thump of his cock as he pulled me closer. Two white-furred beach balls rested on the padding below.

He started to move, forcing another sharp creak from the bed. It couldn't match the one he won next; a deep thud echoing out as he dropped down onto his back.

Smiling from beyond hill-like pecs, Stefan swept me away in the opposite direction. He pressed me down into the shallow curve of his underbelly, mired within the musky fur of his crotch. Seemed I was the perfect fit for him. In more ways than one.

"Catch!" He snickered out loud as he pulled his cock down upon me. Holy hell, it was as wide as my whole body! Barely gave me the chance to wrap my arms around it... or almost around it, anyway. My feet just about reached the tops of his balls, while my muzzle got a face full of his bulging head. His pre began slickening and coating my fur, the scent of a bigger wolf easily overwhelming mine. He gave it a press, increasing the weight and pressure upon me. It left me pinned. Trapped. Completely at his mercy.

"I won't bite," he cooed. "Come on. Gimme a lick."

Didn't have to ask me twice! A long, grinding stroke of my tongue filled my mouth with his flavour. The slickness of his pre overtook me, coating my mouth, my throat, leaving behind the taste of him and him alone.

"That's a good try, little wolf." He rumbled beneath me with his groaning. "But, give it another shot. Let me feel it."

I did so willingly, then again, getting a throaty growl and a shiver with my fourth. Lapping deep, running my teeth across his skin seemed just the ticket.

"Good boy." A shower of pre spattered down around me, matting his fur and leaving it smelling even stronger of wolf. "Keep it going."

Lick followed lick while paws and claws explored his shaft, pulling down with all my strength to bring it tighter to me. Stefan helped me with that, still grunting every time I found just the right stop. My turn to be the massage giver.

Desire took over, pushed my hips into the mix. I put my all into this. Arched my back with every thrust. My cock ground along his, pace quickening, force building. I kept up my licking where I could between squealing groans, stretching to reach my muzzle to his cock slit. Every lap earned a shudder from Stefan, rocking like a quake beneath me. A sign of approval if ever I'd felt one.

A tense growl struck my ears, joined by his fingers straddling his shaft. He stroked his head in time with my thrusting, intensifying the pounding between my legs from both outside and in. Pre rushed out by the bucketful, putting my attempts to shame as it poured down like a rainstorm. Thunder came, too. It echoed out with every one of his bucks and jolts, leaving me clinging to him as if the whole building had begun to shake.

We pushed each other on, building the speed of our strokes, the force of our grinds, until it all culminated in one final, massive tremor.

The huge wolf erupted like a cannon, firing jet after jet of white all over himself. His heat struck me first, then the musk of his sex. It masked mine completely, especially once he'd showered me with his shorter spurts.

His sizeable midsection tensed with every spurt, soon to be blanketed in the still growing aftermath of his climax.

I wasn't far behind. With a hard upward thrust, I shook with the force of my own release. Warmth forced its way between us, rapid in its coating of my belly, chest, and Stefan's shaft. I blurted out something amongst my gasping, too busy sprawled out in the afterglow to give much of a damn what it was. Here, rising and falling with the power of Stefan's own panting, a single, strictly matter of fact statement bludgeoned its way into my head.

'Damn... I just got off with a giant wolf.'

I scoffed out snort of laughter, breathing in our shared scent. My grin could've lit up the room.

After some tissues, and a haphazard attempt at cleaning ourselves, our party, sadly, drew to a close. Back on the balcony, mind still in a haze from our aftermath, I watched Stefan slip back into his briefs.

"I've gotta say, Oli." He turned to me with a smile. "You've been a lot of fun."

"Uh... Thanks... That was-- I had fun too, yeah."

Tail swaying its fastest yet, he shot me a wink and started over towards his big, curtained doorway. "Have a nice evening, little wolf."

"You too, little-- big, I meant big wolf. Thank you."

"Y'welcome," he replied with a half-chuckle. "By the way, tips are welcome on the reader once you've got yourself washed up."

"Oh... yeah. 'kay."

His swishing tail disappeared through the curtain behind him. Left me alone here with my clothes, a shower, and an overwhelming wish to do that all over again.

"Was that good?" Radek bellowed, leading us away from the winding alleyways and back down towards the main shorefront strip. "Tell me, honestly, that that wasn't good."

"Not gonna," Milo replied, brush swishing. "My vixen was so hot. For real."

Kris stayed quiet beside me, grin matching the one I'd brought all the way from the parlour.

"You're looking glad I talked ya into this, man." Radek glanced my way. "How was it?"

"Intense..." Mindful of the open front bars we were passing, and the number of people down here on the walkway, I kept my voice appropriate. "Guy was built like a fuckin' bodybuilder."

"You're talking shit."

"Straight up!" The lynx's brow raised. "Arms like trees. Chest like... hell, I dunno. Big."

"Big wolves," Kris said with a snort, big tail twitching. "Kinky fucker."

"Hey, I have to listen to you guys talking about tits and ass all day, everyday--"

"Not me," shot Radek.

"Not him," I confirmed. "It's cock and ass for him."

"Thank you."

"Stefan was sweet, though. Built like a damn tank, but gentle. I think he liked me, y'know."

"Really?" Milo turned with a face like I'd said something insulting. "You're serious?"

"Well damn... I got a happy ending at least. Didn't even have to ask."

"Man." Radek's turn to smirk back at me. "What did you think the 'superior' part of a Superior treatment was? Weren't anything to do with that damn imitation massage they throw in."

I stopped, ears dipping and heart actually dropping at hearing that... stupid as it sounds. "Oh..."

"Come on. It don't matter."

"It kinda does... I tipped the guy like forty tolars."

"For real?"

"Wow."

"You berk."

"Hey!" That cut their mocking short... at least until after I added, "Damn, I really do have it bad, don't I?"

"Look at it this way." Radek took my shoulder, pulling me along with the rest of them. "Just means you gotta find yourself a nice Visoka wolf who'll do all that for free. Right?"

"Guess so..."

"Good man." A small slap on the cheek left me smiling. "So what next, birthday boy? Bar?"

Down here under all the bright lights of the strip, there was only one response. "Let's do it."

A short trip along the walkway took us to the basement level entrance of some place called 'Riki's'. Looked kinda pricey... but as good a venue as any to carry on our evening, and who knows, maybe bump into that so called 'nice Visoka wolf'.