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A pair of nimble paws elegantly strolled through the Cafe's busiest of hallways. Years of experience had taught Luna-la how to turn every action of hers into a performance. By now, adding an extra swing on her well furred hips felt as natural as breathing to the lean Braixen.

Humming mildly, the yellow and black furred fox Pokémon did a quick pirouette to indulge herself in her own fancy getup. Bubblegum pink had always been a crowd favorite, as well as one of her favorite signature colors. The cheap plastic wand that was tugged in her tail went especially well with the the tiny, pastel colored hair-clips along her fuzzy ears. But despite the gaudy appearance, those who knew the business would state that Luna-la had long since reached an age in which the Lolita gig was starting to look more desperate than scrumptious.

Thanks to the Cafe wide 'No-Selfie' policy, the Influencer-Queen turned her head left and right for a hidden corner. Her demeanor not unlike that of an addict in dire need of a smoke. Luna-la's designer Smartphone, a possession which she had once described to her followers as the 'rectangle-shaped part of her soul', was dangling uselessly on a long pink cord over her shoulder.

"This alone is going to cost them the five star review," the Braixen thought while slowly growing desperate. Just like the dozen other places she had been invited to promote, this Café had promised her an 'Experience like no other'. A one of a kind 'Palace of Bliss', able to treat the famous Luna-la like the 'celebrity slash reviewer slash porn critic slash influencer' that she proclaimed herself as.

The mere thought of this luxurious treatment was enough to urge a whole yawn from her well-kept muzzle. The Vixen could already guess the agenda: A multi-hour foreplay, followed by a night with one of their Grade-A studs. Free of charge, obviously. Same as with all the other places she had visited during her private vacation tour.

Well... at least the food had been decent.

A short moment later, the Braixen had found her Social Media salvation inside a stuffy closet. And even through the room itself was cramped and filled with nothing but overstacked metal shelves and cleaning supplies, it offered all the privacy needed to make a quick shout-out to her premium-tier followers.

After taking a few warm-up poses, her phone was quickly raised into a selfie-position. But just as her paw was about to tap the recording icon on the screen, her hard earned Vlog time was interrupted by unexpected guest appearance.

"Can't ya move yer break time elsewhere, 'lil missy?"

The male voice sounded gruff and annoyed. Its demanding tone was enough to make the surprised vixen drop her phone. A frown quickly became apparent on the Braixen's styled muzzle as her eyes focused on the uncouth Floatzel which had so daringly interrupted her.

Admittingly, the male was pleasingly tall for his kind, packing a bulky frame over a neglectable chubby gut. However, its dull orange fur and ill-bend whiskers made it clear that the weasel Pokémon cared little for appearance. It's only accessory was a worn-out cap, carrying the word "FRED" in bold letters.

"Listen missy", he stated while cutting the distance between them. "I don't like it when new Café folks get in the way of my work...."

"Café folks?" Luna-la thought as her eyes instinctively chose to investigate the Floatzel's lower half. Her inspection quickly turned into an intrusive stare when she noticed that the ruffian turned out to possess quite a package....

"And that Janitor vibe... Reminds me of that vintage porn clip I reviewed back when 'react to' videos had been a thing."

Biting her lip in a lousy attempt to hide her interest, the Braixen placed her paws on her hips and stretched herself forward,Luna-la played her bratty role with a picture perfect pose. But her usual One-Liner never made it past her soft lips...

Roughly shoved against the metal shelves, The vixen yelped as the Floatzel slapped her rear without warning. Blushing hard, she noticed the large toothy grin on the male's muzzle.

"This is what pushes your buttons, eh?", the gruff male stated in a frighteningly casual fashion a he delivered a few more spanks onto the Braixen's ample furred bottom.

"Name is Fred, if you haven't guessed already."

Luna-la wanted to shout and scream... but little else but muffled yelps actually managed to leave her muzzle. The excited vixen's legs started to tremble as she felt all of her sensitive spots seemingly flaring up at once. Hard nipples tingled underneath her tickling fur. And the wet patch between her legs became harder and harder to ignore.

As cheesy and as clichéd this whole roleplay setup was, Luna-la was grateful that this Café had decided to spice up her visit with a surprise encounter. Relaxing mildly, she finally decided to play along.

"S-Sorry, Fred..." The Braixen stammered with her signature voice. Lifting her tail, she revealed her leaking spade to the male which seemed to dominate her by sheer presence alone.

"Please... punish me."

Feelings of delightful shame rushed through the Braixen's head with every spoken syllable. There she was: A celebrity who was known to sell her used bathwater to well paying patreons... about to be put into place by a lowly 'Janitor'. Luna-la tried to make a mental note to mention whoever genius had planned this scenario in her review, but the sharp sensation of something hard and throbbing filling her clenching tunnel urged her attention to shift.

Fred had pushed her smaller body against the cold shelf with ease. Holding her in a firm, possessive grip, the janitor was eagerly fondling he Braixen's small furry chest while making good use of her wet and willing hole.

The sounds of grunts, moans and yelps soon became accompanied by the melodies of creaking metal shelves. Luna-La could not understand (and much less believe) the bliss she was experiencing right now. One of Café Plaisir's top performers had apparently put himself into a degrading role just to make her feel like a cheap girl once in her life.

Ingenious!

Her whole body went limp as Fred came inside of her. His orgasm was short-lived, nevertheless did he manage to leave Luna-La' bottom a creamy parting gift a. A silent grin was all Fred offered as he used the Braixen's lavishly perfumed tail like a makeshift cum tissue.

"I-I c-can't...", was all the Braixen managed to stammer, her body paralyzed with shame and need.

"Sorry girl, but 'a gotta schedule to keep. Guess ya have to finish on your own!", Fred replied before leaving the vixen in the same sudden fashion in which he had surprised her.

Left alone in stale smelling darkness, the Braixen's mind was drifting. Trapped in a stagnating Limbo between denied satisfaction and a satisfying denial without end, Luna-la was unable to reach a worthwhile climax on her own.

She knew she had to met this 'Fred' again soon... even if he was just going to use her for another five minute hump.