Raising Sugar - Chapter Four - Homeward Bound
It took awhile for the knot to shrink enough to pull out of Sugar without harming her but she didn't mind at all. Her arms were still locked behind her back but that didn't bother her either. The male above her was softly grooming her cheek and ears as he murred in pleasure and petted her sides and hips, murmuring, "Mmmm. Such a good girl you are. So tight and so pretty, I think I'm going to just take you home."
She wasn't sure if she believed he was a cop. If he was, she had given him enough to put her in jail which meant a roof over her head for a little bit even though she'd lose her small apartment. Not that there was really anything there but it was hard to get a place to live when you put down stripper as an occupation. Most landlords assumed you'd be bringing your work home every night and didn't want the risk of it.
She didn't believe him at all that he was going to take her home. Why would he? But this felt nice. With his soft voice and sweet touches, she could fool herself that he really cared and she felt so safe in his arms that she wasn't going to let reality intrude into the moment and ruin it for her.
However, she figured the moments were over as the knot shrank enough to free them. She whimpered as she felt him pull out of her body but she wasn't ready to give up on this customer yet. Looking over her shoulder she wiggled her hips slightly, tail curled over her lower back. "So, you want another lap dance, handsome?"
He smiled at her and she felt her heart skip a beat. "No, baby. It's time to go home." His paws were adjusting her thong back into place and smoothing her skirt back down her thighs. "And my name's Marko." He firmly pulled her into a standing position and smoothed down her hair. "Though I'd like to think you find me handsome even if I know you use that word for everyone." His smile was still soft, taking any sting out of the words, no reproach in his eyes, just a kind understanding and, perhaps, sympathy.
Sugar dropped her eyes to cover up her disappointment. Well at least she had a name she could moan tonight as she fantasized. "Well, if you gotta go...think you can get these cuffs off me?"
Marko pulled her close to his body, one arm wrapped around her waist, scratching just about her tail, the other paw cupped her jaw and urged her to raise her eyes to his. "You misunderstand me, Sugar. I'm taking you home with me. You already started telling me 'bout what's going on here and you're gonna tell me the rest." He leaned in and nuzzled softly at her ear. "And before you protest, just think. Do you really want to be here if I start busting them on the information you've given me? Especially if I give you credit for information I got on my own?"
She gasped, fear of her boss and anger at Marko gripping her. "You wouldn't!"
He lifted his head and his amber gaze held hers violet eyes. "You need to learn something about me. I never threaten. I warn. If I say I'm going to do something. I'll do it. Now, if you be a good girl and just be quiet until we get home and everything will be fine." His smile was oddly reassuring. "I'll make sure you don't regret it." He kissed her softly, his thumb caressing her cheek. "You gonna be a good girl?"
She didn't really have much choice the way he put it. She just hoped that her instincts were right and that she was safe with this guy. Besides, maybe she could talk him out of more money. Snitches got paid, didn't they? "I'll be good." He smiled in approval at her answer and she felt her body warm again. She was probably going to have to look for a new job after this but that was later and this was now.
His paw held onto the chain of the cuffs in her lower back as he guided her out of the little cubicle.
Marko could feel the tension in the female's body. He didn't blame her and could even understand it. He was demanding a lot from her, going to the house of some stranger that could destroy her career and get her in a lot of trouble with her bosses. If he was a creep, she wouldn't be the first stripper to just disappear from a bad decision. Shifting his hold, he scritched reassuringly at the exposed furred skin just above the waistband of her skirt. She would learn to trust him.
Giving her one last look over, he firmly guided her out of the cubicle and towards the exit. Not surprisingly, the boss and two of his bouncers moved to intercept them before they could exit.
"Jus' where do ya think yo'r goin' with her?" The bar owner was a pig in both species and appearance. His shirt was stained with various meals, new and old, and didn't close over his bulging stomach. The two bouncers behind him did not seem much better off, their size was more a result of overeating than any time at a gym.
Marko really wondered how they thought they could handle any real trouble. Thinking back to how lax they were in protecting Sugar, he decided they probably either ignored real trouble or bribed it. Either way, none of them was a real threat to him but a fight would not get him out of here any faster and one of them might either get lucky or stupid. "I'm taking her home for a more private dance than I can get in the room over there." He pointed a thumb back at the way he had just come, giving them his best 'trust me' smile. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt her."
"Well, she's still on shift right now. Maybe she can go off later but y'know, she gotta stay and earn her money, don' she?"
The shepherd noticed the girl lowering her eyes but she wasn't quick enough to hide the spark of anger and rebellion at the bar owner's words and he could guess that the pig was more interested in the cut he was obviously getting from the girls that worked here than in their safety. He hadn't even mentioned that Sugar's wrists were obviously cuffed behind her back or asked her if she was alright. Marko's already low opinion of the male dropped lower. It was going to be a pleasure shutting this guy down. However, he was very careful not to lose his smile or let his true emotions show in his gaze or tone. "Well, why don't I just go ahead and pay for her time right now and that way we don't have to worry about settling up later." He leaned down to speak to Sugar, keeping his voice soft. "So, what would be his cut for the rest of your shift?"
Her voice was soft and he had to prick his ears forward to hear her. "He'd get about $150 off me for the night." Sugar never lifted her eyes and he could only hear the hidden resentment in her voice because he was so close.
Standing up straight again, he pulled out his roll of cash and counted off eight of the bills, figuring an extra ten would help smooth things over. "Here you go, that's for her time tonight." He moved into the pig's face, emphasizing the difference in their sizes and making the male rethink any plans to cause trouble. "I think that's more than fair, don't you?" He held up the folded bills near his stern gaze and inwardly snickered as the owner's eyes flicked from his hard stare to the money and back again.
Apparently the easy money was more temptation than keeping Sugar there for a few hours and a grubby hand reached up to take the money. "Yeah, well jus' make sure ya kick her outa' bed on time for work, y'know." The pig moved out of the way.
Marko reached back and took hold of Sugar's arm, leading her forward and toward the door again when one of the bouncers decided not to move away with his boss. "Well what about my cut?" The snaggle toothed bear's eyes were roaming up and down Sugar's body. "She needs to settle up with me."
Marko moved between the two, cutting off the bear's gaze. "You can go settle up with your boss."
The bear's bloodshot brown eyes narrowed in anger. "Naw, that girl owes me and I'm gonna see she pays up."
Letting a growl slip through into his voice, Marko said, "No. Any business you have with the girl can wait until tomorrow. You mess with my fun tonight. You're gonna owe me and you won't enjoy paying up to me." He flexed his shoulders and he saw the bear mentally figuring his chances.
The bouncer wasn't very tall for a bear and most of his weight would just slow him down. Meanwhile, Marko had broad shoulders and the body of a man that regularly worked out. He also had the assurance of knowing he could put this bear in the hospital easily if he was inclined to do it and that assurance seemed to decide the bear who stepped back with a muttered. "Fine, take the little bitch. Her and I'll party tomorrow."
Marko felt the hyena tremble behind him but could not take the time to comfort her. He had to maintain the strong front and not blow his cover. However, if she could have read his mind, she would not have been afraid. He had no intention of bringing her back and just dropping her into this mess again.
For now, though, he silently led her out to his car, a black sleek convertible with dark blue interior. Unlocking and opening the passenger door, he stopped her before she climbed in. "Just a sec, baby girl. I don't think you want to make a mess of my front seat do you?"
Sugar blushed and shook her head, pressing her thighs together. It didn't help and Marko smiled as he watched a drop of cum slide down her inner thigh from the cunny he had filled so recently. Opening the trunk, he pulled out a blanket and put it on the seat and down to the floorboard to catch any 'accidents' then helped her into the car, buckling her in securely as her wrists were still cuffed at her lower back. Closing the trunk, he got into the driver's seat and started the car, glancing over at his passenger. She was being quiet but she did not cast any longing glance at the bar. Sugar just sat in the passenger seat, her eyes nervously lowered. It was such a touching sight that Marko could not resist leaning in and grooming along her cheek. "Mmm, let's get you home and get you all cleaned up."
Putting the car in drive, he pulled away from the bar and headed home.