The Brothels of Lalande
Since Chosen was so well recieved, I decided to write a spinoff story about the exMormon Jake Dawson. Enjoy
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The Brothels of Lalande
Prior to my being chosen by the Felidae, it could hardly be be said that my life was a happy one. My parents were devout mormons, a belief system that I had considerable doubts in. Add to this was a constant comparison with my oldest brother Martin Dawson and it was in many way inevitable that I was forced to be his substitute. His selection by the Felidae had caught us by surprise, and I was left looking like a deer in the headlights of an on coming truck.
Naturally, I resisted this familial decision with all of my being. However, in the end it was not my choice to make. If I had not acquiesced to my 'families' throwing me under the bus, my father would have beat me to within an inch of death and then dragged my unconscious body all the way to Lalande on foot.
The trip from Provo to Salt Lake was awkward and full of silence. Despite how quiet I was, there was an ever present and ever strengthening rage boiling within me. Despite their efforts to sequester me and my siblings from the secular world, my curious nature was impossible to contain. I knew from sources outside the tightly controlled information spoon fed from familial elders, that a father was not suppose to be the capricious dictator that mine was.
In my naiveté, I thought that I could be a force for change within my dysfunctional family. I thought that by example, I could teach my haughty father some humility. The fact that he was now treating me as a disposable object so that he could keep his favored son drove home how foolish my previous thoughts were. As we pulled into Salt Lake City the imposing sight of the Mormon Temple served only to mock my failure.
Finally arriving at the designated location, my spiteful mind decided to spend the final seconds excoriating the absurdity of my 'family.' With a bravado that I had waited years to show, I verbally assaulted my parents in all the way they had been subconsciously asking for. Too shocked to answer my biting criticism, my parents sped off, leaving me standing there looking like a complete jerk.
The certainty that I had felt earlier vanished as I entered into the building. The gravity of my situation did not sink in until I awoke on a ship bound for Lalande. Despite keeping my emotions on a tight leash, while telling my life stories to my three cellmates I lost all grasp on the stoic appearance I had presented to my worthless family. Thankfully, my cellmates did not think poorly of me for this.
Of my three cellmates, George Burroughs did the most to assuage my emotional pain. While I told him about the theological disagreements that I could not air to my parents until the moment of our parting, he listened respectfully making no effort to proselytize. The other two cellmates, Vincent Guerir and Edward Slayton, had similar disdain for organized religion, however they did not have to deal with a spiritually abusive family. After three days together, we promised to keep in touch and were forced in to what was hopefully a temporary parting by a sedative laced gas.
My first few waking minutes minutes in the Felidae were a blur of activity. I had only vague memories of being brought before a large crowd completely in the buff. Throughout the bidding, I paid little attention since I was more focussed on my absence of clothing. When the bidding stopped, I looked up to gaze upon the wining bidder. To my surprise, the winner was one of the few females present at the assembly. While the males gazed at me with lust filled eyes, the winning female had a calm, cool, and collected countenance.
My existence stayed on auto pilot until I had been picked up by the wining female. Even then, it was not until the two of us were driving off in a convertible that floated a foot or two above the road, that any conversation was struck up. While I sat in the passenger seat, not sure what would happen next, the winner stated, "Since you no doubt have many questions, I will take the scenic route to my little business establishment. While my gentleman's club in in the same city as the auction where I purchased you, by circling the city, I will buy time to give you a proper introduction."
My first question for my female keeper was what name I should call her by. To this she answered, "My name is Nadau Shona, but most of your kind who work for me simply call me Mistress." Placating my keeper with the appropriate name, I next asked why she had purchased me.
In a tone that suggested that she expected that question, my 'Mistress' stated, "I purchased you to work in my establishment. I am the owner and founder of one of the most well regarded brothels in this city. I'd even venture that my establishment is the best on the continent. I provide the company of good looking human males like yourself to frustrated males who cannot afford their own private pet."
With unsettling realizations flowing through my thoughts, I asked, "So I'm a cross between a rent boy and a sex slave?" To my nervous query, my keeper replies, "While working for me your are, according to the definitions within your language, a male prostitute. I expect to make lots of money with that pretty little ass of your, whether your are shaking it in the face of a sex starved male, or taking his cock within your anus. That being said, I prefer to motivate with customers gratuities rather than a bull whip. I will leave the specifics of what you may earn to one of my top 'employees' to explain."
I next asked how much my Mistress had payed for me at the auction. To my nervous query, she responded, "I spent 567,000 credits to purchase your cute little ass. With current exchange rates, that works out to roughly 424,000 US Dollars. And before you ask, there is no way you can buy your freedom. While it is possible to save up that amount from the tips of grateful customers, it is against the law for your kind to make a purchase like that. Of course if you are popular with a well moneyed customer, he may offer to purchase you from me."
My final question on the drive to my new home was whether my Mistress had scene any of three friends I had made on the trip here. To this question, the answer I got was, "I did not see any of the three who you mentioned during the auction, so they were most likely put up for sale in another city. However, if you wish to contact them, I would suggest asking customers who you have satisfied if they had scene them. In addition to their tips, they may know the whereabouts of the three you came here with."
As my Mistress finished answering my question, the car pulled into the parking lot of a large and colorfully decorated building about the size of an average grocery store. Seeing my surprise at the incredible sight before me, Nadau stated in a self promoting tone, "That is my little establishment. It name does not translate well into english, but most of you kind here refer to it as The Lions Den."
After pulling around the front of the building to a loading dock, my Mistress beckoned me to follow her. Given my state of undress, I did this with considerable reluctance. After mistress Nadau knocked on a door next to the loading dock, the door was answered by a human in his mid thirties with no clothing except a blue velvet thong that had a small symbol in the center of the pouch, a collar like the one I had been fitted with, and a small wrist watch on his left arm.
In a jovial tone, the scantily clad human stated, "Welcome back Mistress. I assume that shy, naked fellow beside you is my latest coworker." With a similar tone, our Mistress replied, "You are absolutely right Willie Pete, Jacob Dawson and I just got back from an auction on the other side of town. Anyways, I have some record keeping to attend to so would you be so kind to give him the standard tour. If possible, I would like him to be ready to work the floor by the opening time tonight."
With a slight bow, Willie Pete answered in a affable tone, "I would be happy to show your newest employee the ropes." As Mistress Shona left, Willie Pete turned his attention to me and stated, "Welcome to The Lions Den Jacob, before I show you around do you have any questions." With an apprehensive tone, I asked what my guides real name was. In a bemused tone, he replied, "Willie Pete is my stage name. My given name is William Peterson. Now, I suppose you would like see more of this fair establishment." Using my guides given name, I replied in the affirmative.
As the two of left the back door, William commented in a bemused tone, "Before I show you around, we should get you some clothes lest you want to become really popular with every one." The somewhat humorous reminder of my nudity brought forth a little embarrassment as we walked along.
After a short distance, we arrived at a room roughly the size of a small dry cleaner. Behind the desk was seated a female Felidae who was no doubt an employee of Mistress Shona. Continuing his explanation, William stated, "This is the laundromat, if you ever need your clothes cleaned just stop by and ask Karanga. She and her subordinates keep our livery crisp and fresh."
As my guide completed his description of the room, Karanga gave him a friendly greeting which he happily returned. After giving a description of my situation, the head of the laundromat took measurements of my body at various points. It goes with out saying that this was a quite embarrassing experience. Once this was completed, she entered the information into a computer on the desk. After this, a machine behind her sprang to life and a few seconds later extruded a garment that was identical to the one William was wearing with the exception of its bright pink color.
Retrieving the velvet thong, my guide stated, "This is what you'll wear whenever you are working the main room. When your not on the job you can request more general clothing from Karanga. Personally though, I prefer to wear my working livery over general clothes. You will be issued two of these, with one that you are either wearing or keeping in you accommodations, and the other which will be kept here on reserve. If you lose a pair, 15 credits will be deducted from your earnings. The charge for losing general article of clothing is 10 credits."
After handing the velvet thong to me, I quickly slipped it on to cover my bits. I was very pleasantly surprised to discover how wonderful the material felt as it cradled my genitals. In a rather sheepish tone, I asked whether it would be possible to get a different color. To my awkward question, William answered, "That color is reserved for the newest members of our little fraternity. Once you have earned 1500 credits for our generous Mistress, or worked here for a month you can choose your own color and design for your livery."
My next question centered on the symbol that was centered over where my cock head would be. It was slightly different from the design on Williams thong and had drawn my immediate attention. To this my guide answered, "That design is used by our guests to identify who they want to tip or spend time with in a private room. They simply enter the symbol on the livery of the male they want on a small pda that they are given with admission to The Lions Den"
As he was answering the question I had asked, Karanga stated with a playful sternness, "Aren't you forgetting something Willie Pete." In her left hand was a wrist watch identical to the one on my guides right arm. To this he responded in a slightly apologetic tone, "Thank you for reminding me of that."
After affixing the object around my right wrist he continued his explanation. "The device on your wrist is allows you to keep track how much you have earned. Just ask, and it will tell you the amount of tips you have earned for the night. It also tells you what you are to charge your customers for services like lap dances or time in one of the private rooms. Finally, you use it to transfer the money you have earned towards purchases either at the convenience store here, or one of the businesses in the vicinity of The Lions Den. I'll give you more details about that matter when we visit the head of security."
Continuing on our tour, my guide next led me to a cafeteria with a little over a dozen tables that each sat six. After walking through a short queue line, we happened upon a human male in his early forties and felidae female about the equivalent age chatting casually behind a counter, waiting for customers.
Continuing his explanation, my guide stated, "If you get hungry, just stop by this place and ask Mike and Zeuru for something to eat. If it has been made on earth, chances are these two can prepare it on the replicators. Since this facility only serves those who work here, you will not be charged for eating here three times a day or less. While Mike is the best at preparing the cuisine of Earth, Zeuru is also quite skilled in the preparation of terran food while Mike is shaking that pretty little ass of his. So what would you like."
On the way out, I took my guides suggestion by asking for a chicken cordon bleu sandwich. To my pleasant surprise, it tasted no different than the many I had consumed on earth. As our tour continued, I asked William why all of the Felidae employees of The Lions Den were female. To this question, my guide answered, "Mistress Shona only hires females for our sake. Since they have little to no sexual interest in us, they will not hassle us when we are on or off the job. During the brief period that they are in the mood, our generous Mistress gives them a mandatory paid vacation so as not to risk their interference in our work."
I next asked what happens if the male clients get too rowdy. Continuing his explanation, my guide stated, "If that happens, the said males will be shown the door by Savara, our head of security, or one of her subordinates. While female Felidae are less physically imposing then males, there is an unwritten rule in their society that prohibits males from fighting with females. Even if the customers lust over comes these cultural niceties , Savara is skilled in a variety of martial arts and will not hesitate to hand a malefactors ass to them."
While talking about the security of The Lions Den, a voice behind us chimed in, "I couldn't help hearing you two chatting about me." I quickly turned around to find a Felidae female clad light body armor and sporting a mischievous smile. Continuing, the female stated, "I take it that nervous fellow with you is the latest addition to our establishment."
In a playfully apologetic tone, my guide responded, "Well speak of the devil, I was just going to the security office to find you. You are correct in that Jake is the latest acquisition by Mistress Shona. I was tasked with giving him the grand tour and I was about to introduce him to you." In response, Savara said, "We might as continue our discussion in the security office."
Once the three of us arrived in the monitor filled room that was the security office, Savara went into a detailed explanation of the procedures for temporarily leaving The Lions Den. "When ever you go out for some time on the town, you are required to have one of my subordinates as an escort. This is to protect you from the unwanted advances of males who have not paid for admission to The Lions Den. In addition, you will be required to wear a metallic chastity belt to protect your genitals. Which reminds me, We should fit you."
Arriving at a raised platform about three feet in diameter, Savara commanded me to remove my working livery. Not wanting to get on her bad side, I complied and stepped on to the platform. After several spending several seconds with light dancing over my nude frame, a metal brief was extruded in much the same manner as the livery I had just taken off. With the assistance of Savara, the pouch of the belt was slipped onto my genitals. To my pleasant surprise, I found my cock an balls shrouded in a silicone lining that felt simply divine. The back of the belt had a hole located near my anus with a strong mesh cover to prevent unwanted intrusion. The metal brief was secured at the sides with two heavy duty pad locks. Despite being made of rigid material, The device fitted my crotch like a glove and did little to restrict my mobility.
With my fitting complete, Savara went into a detailed explanation of the chastity belt. "While protecting you genitalia and tail hole from unwanted attention, it also allows for you bodily functions to occur. If you need to urinate, simply unscrew the plug at the bottom of the cup. Once that is done, simply sit down on the nearest toilet and go about you business. For defecation, you will need to ask you escort to unlock the mesh shield protecting your tail hole. Once that is done, the procedure for evacuating you bodily waste is identical. While your guard can unlock the shield that protects your anus, the keys to the padlocks that hold the device on are always kept in this room. Since you only need to wear this when outside The Lions Den, I might as well remove it."
After the chastity belt was removed and I was back in my working livery, my guide left the security office with myself in tow. After traversing several hallways, the two of us arrived at a large room about the size of restaurants main hall with several stripper poles along the walls, and restaurant style boots at regular intervals on the floor.
On the far end of the room was a door way that had posts for two bouncers that accepted cash from the customers that were allowed to enter and to provide a quick exit for malcontents. On the other end of the room, there was a bar with a very good looking young female Felidae cleaning and sorting several bottles of what could only be liquor.
Continuing his tour and introduction, my guide stated, "Our establishment has a cash bar on the premises, which is tended by Sofala. While we are not allowed to buy any alcohol from the bar here, we can purchase limited amounts when out on the town so long as it is in a closed container. In addition, a customer who you have satisfied may offer to buy you a drink."
As he completed his explanation, Sofala responded, "So how much of the grand tour have you given our new 'employee'?" My guide answered, "I've shown him pretty much every thing he needs to know with with the exception of his accommodations. However, I get the feeling that I've missed something." To this statement, Sofala asked, "Did you introduce him to Old Reese?" In a dumbfounded response, my guide stated, "How could I forget him. Anyways, the first customers arrive in three hours, see you then."
As we left the main room, I asked my guide about the last introduction on the grand tour. To this he explained, "Old Reese was the first 'employee' acquired by Mistress Shona. That was in the days immediately following the Eight Hour War. At the time he was 16, the youngest age allowed by the Ban Jul Treaty. While he is in his mid sixties, thanks to the advanced medical technology of the Felidae, he is still as good looking as he was in his late thirties."
After walking for a short distance, the two of us arrived at a small room with a single human and a chair that looked like it belonged in a barbers shop. True to my guides words, the male looked no older than forty. In addition, Unlike Pete and I, he wore a pair of shorts as opposed to the soft and revealing livery that graced our flanks.
Continuing his introduction, my guide stated, "When he is not doing his turn on the pole, Old Reese moonlights as the barber for all his fellow humans. If you ever need a hair cut, talk to him and he'll be happy to assist you." Think about this, I asked my guide how much this service would cost.
To this Old Reese answered, "My work outside the main room is pro bono. When I was a child, my father owned a barber shop where I assisted him when ever I could. As such, I enjoy my work and with the money I make in the main room , I have no need to charge for my services here. In addition, the conversations I have with my 'clients' make this work interesting and endlessly pleasant."
After bidding our farewell and leaving the barber shop, I asked my guide whether any of the humans taken by the Felidae had died of natural causes. To this he answered, "The oldest males taken fifty years ago are now in their eighties. Besides being well within the average life-span on Earth, the advanced medical care offered by the Felidae means that the mortality rate of our species here is less than a tenth of a percent. As a result, none of those taken have died of natural causes. The Felidae take very good care of us and any of them who harm us will have hell to pay."
Having traveled through several hall ways and paying a quick visit to the convenience store that sold all manner of everyday items, we arrived at a portion of the complex that had about six bedrooms surrounding a common bathroom. On the way in, I had noticed several other collections of room like this. I reluctantly asked my guide how many males worked here.
To this he answered, "The general practice in to have two per room. There are three housing units like this, so this facility has a capacity of 36 on site. Of course we are hardly ever near that number for two reasons. Firstly, if we had 36 working here, we would not be able to have them all working the main room at once. Secondly, our clients will often take a liking to certain males here and if they pony up enough cash, Mistress Shona will sell them to our more well off clients. Since there are only 21 of us here, our generous Mistress has decided to put you up in an empty room. However, If you would like to move in with any one else, just talk to Mistress Shona and she will work out a working arrangement."
The room that would be my home was located in complex 2 and had a gold letter C on the door. With dimensions of 12 feet wide by 10 feet long, the room had plenty of space even if it was at full capacity. On opposite sides of the room, there were loft beds with a spacious desk underneath. Taken together, this room was a significant improvement over the basement that I had to share with several of my siblings back on earth.
While taking in the sights of my new home, My guide stated, " Since we are about two hours away from opening for the night, I might as well explain how you make money around here. The simplest service you can provide is pole dancing. Since our clients need only pay admission, your income comes from the tips of titillated clients. SInce The Lions Den does not earn any money other than admission and drinks at the cash bar, Mistress Shona takes 50% of tips earned. The upside is that if any of your admirers even try to touch you, they will have to answer to security."
"A step up from doing your turn on the catwalk or pole, giving a more individual dance earns more money both for us and for Mistress. In addition to tips, the client pays a set amount that is split 50-50 between you and The Lions Den. For a new guy like you, the rate for a five minute lap dance is 15 credits in addition to the eight credit admission already payed by the client. Of course if you become really popular, that amount will definitely go up. My rate for a five minute lap dance is 35 credits. Since this gives more money to the brothel, Mistress take only 20% of tips given."
"The most lucrative service both for us and for the Mistress is to spend time with clients in one of the private rooms near the main room. When with clients in the private rooms, nearly anything goes. About the only thing that is off limits, is any lethal or injurious activity. While such conduct is rare, if it does happen, a security team and our onsite paramedic can be rushed to room with in 10 seconds. Besides the 50 credit per half hour fee that is charged for time in the private rooms with our new comers, your also get to keep all of the tips offered by satisfied clients. I remember one client who spent two hours with me at a rate of 100 credits per half hour. Even after sending that much money to Mistress, he was perfectly happy to give me a 500 credit gratuity."
"Since this is your first night here, my advice is to work at your own pace and do only what you are comfortable with. As long as you carry your own weight you can earn as much or as little as you desire. My advise would be to at least spent dome time on the pole and than work up to doing more personal work. If you are feeling really adventurous you might consider spending some time in the private rooms. Anyways, I had better get washed up for tonight. Can't wait to see you out on the main room."
As my guide left, I spent the next few minutes deep in thought over my situation. The culture of Lalande was in every respect a polar opposite of the culture which I had grown up in. Despite the fact that it had quite literally thrown me to the lions, there was still a small and child like part of me that was still subservient to that insane culture. However, my experiences over the last few years, both on and off earth quickly drown out the innocent part of me that my family had all but murdered.
With the major objections to doing my turn on the pole, I underwent the preparations for my first night working at the lions den. The common bathroom was well furnished, with 12 tubs that were large enough to stretch out in. The supplied soap simply felt heavenly against my body and gave my skin a shiny, lustrous appearance. While soaking in the warm water, I chatted with several other males about to night to come. The advice they happily gave to me was no unlike that given by my guide. Simply do what your comfortable with and have fun.
Having finished cleaning my body, I watched the first clients filter in to the main room through the entrance. While waiting in the wings, building up the courage necessary to shake my ass in front of a bunch of Felidae strangers, I noticed Willie Pete giving a suggestive dance to a male who look on with lustful eyes. Were it not for the threat of being kicked out, he would no doubt engage in a vigorous groping of my guide.
After spending several minutes psyching myself up for the task at hand, I used a secret entrance, that was only accessible to employees of the lions den, to take my place on an unoccupied pole along the wall. While my moves were quite awkward at first, as time wore on I grew more bold in my dance. Adding to this confidence was the crowd I had attracted. At first I had attracted little more than a passing glance from clients going on to better things. Eventually thought, I had a crowd of a little under half a dozen gazing at my body in breathless anticipation of how I would tease them next.
As the minutes quickly ticked by, I felt more and more at home displaying my good looking body in front of the lustful eyes of audience. I greatly enjoyed the power I held over them, and especially loved the excited sounds they made when they caught a brief glance of my tailhole or genitals under the soft livery that graced my flanks.
When I finally tired of romancing the pole, I was surprised to discover that I had spent nearly an hour and a half showing off my well cleaned body. During that time I had held the attention of 14 clients who had tipped me a total of 49 credits, 24.5 of which went straight to me. The current audience begged me to continue, but I had grown bored of doing my turn on the pole.
As I left, one of the male Felidae who had gazed at me lustfully for almost the full time I had spent on the pole asked if I would give him a more personal show. While I was apprehensive at first, the tips I had earned while on the pole had me seeing credits. With a small amount of trepidation, I agreed and followed my client to an easy chair near the center of the main room. After seating himself in the comfy leather chair, he gave me the simple order, "Excite me."
Remembering what my guide stated, I went to work on my client. Starting with his legs, I rubbed my velvet covered crotch against his exposed legs. With only a robe and a pair of boxer briefs to cover him, there was plenty of fur to attend to. As my crotch reached the clients knee, he let out a light chuckle and stated, "Your very good for someone who I've never see here before."
Emboldened by his compliments, I continued my ministrations by swapping my cock with my ass crack against his legs. While doing this, I noticed that my clients briefs had a noticeable tent in them. I was equally surprised to feel the sensation of my member struggling against its soft pouch. I was also motivated by the macabre thought of what my family would think if they saw what I was doing. While running my crotch along my clients thighs in a seductive manner, I imagined my family being forced to watch from the soundproof confines of the security office.
With that encouraging thought running through my head, I shifted my attention to the clients chest. In a methodical and seductive fashion, I alternated my actions between rubbing my crotch and ass crack along the males chest. To this he responded with a satisfied purr and an increasing hardened erection. Emboldened by this reaction, I moved my attention to his shoulders and face. While this brought forth an all but undeniable lust within him, my client managed to obey the no touch rule, even as I stuck my hard and drooling cock in his face.
To my surprise he regained his composure and stated, "As much as I would like to continue this, my mate would kill me if I spend any more than I already have. Rest assured though, the next time I'm here, I will go all the way with you my good looking human. Be seeing you." As he got up to leave, I asked if he had seen and of the humans I had roomed with on the way here. To my disappointment he had not, but he did leave me with a 20 credit tip, 4 of which went to Mistress Shona, in addition to 20 percent of the 15 credits that had been charged for my dance.
The next few hours were spent walking the floor of the main room moving from client to client. My initial apprehension at being nearly naked in front of strangers was replaced with an excitement for the act of shaking my velvet clad ass and member in front of lusty Felidae males. One client in particular asked for Willie Pete and I to give him a combined show. Naturally, we were both tipped handsomely for the good show we put on. I had earned many credits in tips and commissions when a client who had shown considerable interest in me asked for some time in one of the clubs private rooms. While initially apprehensive, I remembered what my guide had stated about the amount of credits that could be made in servicing the carnal needs of Felidae males.
Once again seeing an opportunity for both monetary gain and to engage in more activities that my family would think ill of, I accepted the clients offer. The room in which our mating would occur was about the size of a large bedroom with a king size canopy bed. Off the the side, there was a bathroom for cleaning the after effects of our union. As my client sat down on the bed, he gave me a simple command; "strip, and be seductive while you're at it."
Happy to oblige, I danced in front of the Felidae male while acting as if I would strip off my livery any second. He responded to this by slowly removing his robe, shirt, and pants. Once I finally slipped of my thong, I turned to see a naked and already hardening Felidae male staring at me with lustful eyes. In a sultry tone, my client stated "Prepare my cock human." With some reluctance, I wrapped my hands around the males already hardening member and positioned my mouth near the elongating tip. I stared at it with apprehension knowing where it would eventually go.
In a tone that had a slight impatience, my Client said, "That is not going to please itself my good looking human." Not wanting to to trouble him any further, I buried his growing member in my reluctant maw. At this action, the Felidae male let out a satisfied sigh. As I bobbed my head up and down, my Client gave words of encouragement to motivate my gradually increasing pace. In addition, he wrapped his soft paws around my head and controlled my tempo like a masterful conductor.
While I thought he would spew his seed into my maw, My client some how maintained his self control and removed my head from his now throughly erect member. To my confused glance, the Felidae male answered, "Now that my cock is ready it is time for you to be properly mounted." Not knowing what to make of this erotic pronouncement, I was left in a state of shock as my Client maneuvered me on to the bed in a some what forceful manner. Lying on my back, I could only give a fearful stare as my Client stated, "Don't worry my cute little human, I will not injure you in anyway. I want to remain on Nadau Shona's good side after all. To ensure this, I brought the finest lube from Earth or Lalande to fill that pretty little ass of yours. With it in place, my member will glide smoothly with in you as I rut you like I would my mate."
While saying this, my Client covered my virgin anus in the slick and warm liquid. I could not help but moan as his soft digit violated my tailhole. With my only unmolested orifice lubed up, there was nothing left to do but enjoy my clients efforts to penetrate me. After a few insistent pokes, he managed to seat his erect member deep with in my neither regions. Each exploratory thrust forced a pleasured gasp from my throat. Once my moans had died down, the client began thrusting into me with his lust having a firm grip on his mind.
This went on for what seemed like several minutes, during which I was enveloped in a thick and impenetrable mist of lust and pleasure. All I could do under the forceful thrusts of my client was moan as his barbed cock rattled my prostate. Eventually, the sensations were too much for me. Not long before him, I climaxed and left several lines of thick cum on my chest. The sight egged on my client, who gave one last effort before filling my bowls with his essence. I spent my afterglow listening to his triumphant roar as he took my virginity.
When my senses fully returned to me, I felt the pleasant sensation of the male Felidae's barbed tongue happily slurping up my seed and cleaning my exhausted body. With my mental faculties back in full, I asked my client whether he had seen any of the three I had met on the trip to Lalande.
To this question, he answered, "The first two names don't ring any bells, but I have heard of the last one. There is a rumor where I work that our boss purchased Vincent Guerir for his personal use. Since I work close to him I will ask tomorrow and tell him that you enquired. With any luck, the two of them should be able to find you. While I'm at it, I might as well give you a good gratuity for your superb services."
Too tired to continue working for the night, I retired to my room. Before I went to sleep, Willie Pete stopped by and complimented my efforts. "Not bad for your first night. You earned 260 credits all for yourself. Anyways, I've got a few clients to attend to before closing time. I'll see you tomorrow."
The rest of my first week at The Lions Den went quickly with each night being more fun than its predecessor. I quickly built up my stamina to the point that I could just manage taking the members of three clients per night. Not at the same time of course; even Willie Pete can't do that. After a mere seven days of shaking my ass for strangers, I had earned enough money to design my own livery. I chose a zebra pattern with my symbol taking a prominent position where my cock would be.
It was after nine days at the Lions Den that I got an unexpected group of visitors. I was relaxing bathroom, when Willie Pete came running in and stated, "We have two clients who asked for you specifically, and their not the usual ones who request you." Since I had been called for specifically while I was on break several times, I knew that working the floor while on break meant that you got to keep all of your tips. The fact that the males in question were not regulars did nothing to dissuade me from giving up my break for the night.
As I entered the main room, I was directed to the males who had requested my attention. The well dressed Felidae did not ring any bells, but the human next to them, who was about as dressed as I was, was instantly recognizable. He was none other than Vincent Guerir. As I embraced him in a strong hug, he stated in a bemused tone, "It's good to see you as well Jake. I might as well introduce you to these two. I'd like you to meet my Master Daru Okunde and his brother Navaru Okunde."
After giving the appropriate greetings, I asked Vince how he managed to find The Lions Den. To this he answered, "An employee of my Master visited this place on your first night here. Concidering what he told us, I'm guessing you two had lots of fun. Anyways, he told his boss about this place and than it was just a matter of finding the time to meet with you."
My next question centered on what happened to the other two we had roomed with. The answer that vince gave to this was, "George was bought by a contemporary of my Master, so his condition is not unlike my own. Ed was purchased by two less affluent families who had pooled their credits to share his tail. In any case, whether one is a private slave like George and Myself, shared between several individuals like Ed, or a working boy like yourself, things are pretty good on Lalande. Don't worry, I'll point the other two in your direction."
We chatted for nearly an hour over light drinks, not wanting our mental faculties to be impaired. We chatted on a wide variety of topics that covered every aspect of our short time among the Felidae. It was than that Vince stated, "As fun as it is to converse with you I did not come here just to reminisce." To this Daru added, "The three of us were wondering if you would be interested in a four-way with us. Since your a good friend of my pet, I will be sure to tip you well."
Intrigued by this offer I accepted and the four of us retired to one of the private rooms. Once there, I asked what the three had in mind. Daru stated, "Before we plow your tails, perhaps you two should prepare us." After giving this command, the two Felidae stripped of their clothes and sat on the bed in the center of the room. Both Vince and I knew instantly what to do. While he attended to his masters member, I attended to the growing cock of his younger brother.
In a sultry tone, Navaru stated, "Damn, with your cock sucking skills no one would think you use to be a mormon." With high compliments to spur me on, I continued pleasuring the member buried with in my mouth. This continued for several minutes until both Vince and I had quite a mouth full on our hands.
Withdrawing the hardened member, I asked what the three desired to do next. In a lusty tone, Vince stated, "I was thinking of trying a living love seat. Its a variation of an act I've often done with Daru and his brother where I suck one while being fucked by the other. The only difference is that the two of us will 69 while being fucked. does that interest you?" Having been spit roasted by several pairs of clients, I was quite happy to accept.
While Vince and I shared the sweet taste of human cock, Daru and Navaru looked on having not softened at all in the absence of our attention. After giving us time to enjoy each other, Navaru moved into a ready position behind Vince, while Daru did the same with me. In a unified effort, the two males penetrated us forcing forth loud moans from our occupied throats. The strong current of lust that flowed between Vince and I only intensified as the two Felidae joined us.
This continued for several minutes with the pace of Daru and Navaru increasing exponentially. In one final unified and strong thrust, the two hilted vince and myself. As the two roared in climax, Vince and I were driven over the edge and fed many wads of cum into each others maws. The four of us basked in the afterglow before separating and cleaning our sated bodies.
With plenty of time to spare before we had to leave the room, Daru and Navaru sandwiched Vince and myself between them on the bed. In a relaxed tone, Vince asked his Master, "how should we spend the rest of the night?" To this Daru answered, "That sounds like a good idea my pet. Don't worry, I'll be sure to tip your friend very well. We'll also be sure to visit as often as we can." In response Vince stated, "thank you master."
With the four of us satisfied and secure, we tightened our shared embrace and spent the rest of the evening happily sleeping entangled in each others arms.