A Price Too Deer - Chapter One -
#1 of A Price Too Deer
Francis, a beautiful Whitetail Stag, works for a high-class 'Establishment' whose client's are wealthy, as you'll need to be, to afford one of -these- people and their particular skillset. As a bisexual Stag, Francis delights in male and female company. He has never failed to please and leaves a client well satisfied and happy. When he's specifically requested, for a -most- unusual request, he has little choice but to commit to it...
A Price Two Deer
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
16thSeptember, 2021
All Rights Reserved.
Francis sprawled languidly on the fine leather couch, his beautiful light tan coat contrasting with the white of his throat to groin. Completely naked, he was utterly relaxed and idly scratched at his silky smooth belly fur with his hooflets.
"Must be nice being you." Come a voice.
Francis smiled, as he turned his head and nodded, cocking one cloven hoof on the edge of the chair as he rolled onto his side and glanced casually at the Wolf who sat nearby.
"It is," Francis snickered, then rolled back. "Not my fault I'm born to be such a creature, for whom I might add, I've never had a client who wasn't happy and satisfied..."
With a snort, the Wolf chuckled. "Of both sexes..."
Francis giggled quietly and flicked an ear. "It is what it is, so, you going to take a picture? It'll last longer!"
"Longer than you did a month ago!" Come the mocking voice of another.
Francis snorted. "That wasn't my fault..."
Laughter erupted amongst the other staff as they all gently mocked the blushing Stag.
Other anthromorph's either sat or walked around the plush carpeted reception room, mindful of the multitude of security cameras that watched all entrance and egress from this opulently appointed room. With a sigh, Francis placed his paws behind his head and relaxed, wriggling until he got comfortable on the couch, his eyes going glazed and unfocused.
*
Working for the Madam who ran this establishment had its perks. Paramount was the safety and security of her staff. Her clientele were wealthy and as entrance was by invitation only - if you knew someone who frequented this place, they could vouch for you. After an extensive background check, you might be issued with an invitation to meet the Madam. If you passed her standards of decorum and character, then you would be given opportunity to meet one of her special staff.
*
Francis snorted as his personal wristband vibrated.
"Guess my services as a superior stud are requested!" Francis snickered as he climbed to his feet.
"More like that human will make you squeal like a doe again - " Someone chuckled.
Laughter followed Francis out, the door closing quietly behind him.
As he walked through the plush hallway, his mind wandered as a smile spread across his muzzle and he put his 'working face' on as he liked to think of it. Pausing at the outer security door, he held his wristband to the lock and saw the door switch from red to green. Stepping through the door, he walked over to the counter and stood, paws clasped behind his back and a sweet, innocent expression on his face.
"We have a special, unusual, request - " Spoke the Madam, as she turned to face Francis.
"Oh?" Francis asked, one ear flicking forwards in his curiosity.
"As you know, safety and security of my staff are paramount to me."
Francis nodded, his eyes forwards, but his mind wandering as he listened. He'd often wondered how it'd be to bed this beautiful Elk doe, her fur must be as soft as...
"Wait, please repeat that last? Did I hear you right?" Francis yelped, as his eyes widened. "We're not allowed off the establishment if we're working and..."
Placing a dark coloured paw on the counter as she slid a card over towards him.
"For how much the clients are paying for your services... Above and beyond your usual fee..."
Francis' mind whirled. What has she signed me up for?
His hooflets clattered on the desk, as he reached out and took the card, then glanced at the address on it.
Raising an eyebrow the Madam looked at Francis. "I expect your absolute attention and have no fear, I'll send a guard to remain close at all times, discretely of course, now, they're expecting you - the car is waiting outside."
Francis swallowed, his ears slicking back as he quietly left the establishment, slipping a long coat over his naked body for modesty's sake. A driver stood beside the back door of the custom limo and opened it as Francis ducked his antlered head and slid inside, the door closing with a heavy thump behind him.
*
Francis swallowed the apple-like lump that'd formed in his throat, as his sensitive ears swivelled too and fro, before he forced himself to calm and confidently reached out and knocked twice on the heavy door. As he waited, he slipped a small pill from his coat pocket then swallowed it, his muzzle wrinkling as he was forced to swallow it dry.
"Silly buck," Francis muttered. "I should have brought some water..."
Quietly, there come a click from the door and it was opened. Francis blinked, then looked down as he seen a shorter than usual Whitetail Doe look up at him. Her ears barely come to his chin. Francis smiled his warmest smile, then handed her the card he held.
"Oh...you're the..." Stammered the doe, before she blushed and her ears went flat.
"May I come in?" Francis spoke quietly, then gave his trademark smile.
Stepping aside, the Doe chuckled and nodded. Francis slipped into the hotel room and heard the door click behind him. As far as hotels went, this one was pretty upmarket. Lovely carpet muffled the sound of his cloven hooves, tasteful and no doubt expensive, artwork was placed on the walls.
"I'm Francis," Francis told her, as he held out a paw.
Giving it a gentle shake, she blushed again and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one long leg over the other. "I'm Penelope, a pleasure to meet you Francis. Would you like - oh - a drink?"
Francis wanted nothing more, but policy was policy after all, never accept any food or drink from the clientele was the number one rule.
"Thank you, but I must respectfully decline." Francis spoke quietly, using all his charm and skill.
His ears twitched as he head the bathroom door click behind him. His heart fluttered, but he kept his scent and fear deeply suppressed.
"I requested your special services..." Penelope whispered, then she giggled shyly.
"I am here to fulfil your deepest wishes and desires." Francis nodded his head.
Penelope blushed again, making Francis' heart skip a beat, as he moved closer and with a dramatic gesture, he slipped his coat off and stood before her, naked and unashamed. Penelope's eyes widened and she clapped her paws to her muzzle, before she turned her head away and squirmed.
I still got it. Francis thought to himself.
Tenderly, he reached out and caressed her furred cheek with the back of his paw, as he smiled at her. Her scent was alluring and highly arousing, he couldn't deny it, yet he had too much self control to let it show until the client wished it.
"You're more than I imagined - " Penelope murmured, as she let her chin be cradled in Francis' paw.
Francis smiled at her and leaned forwards, planting the lightest of kisses on her furred head, as his fingers caressed her chin. A startled gasp behind him caught him by surprise and he froze like a deer in headlights - fearing he'd just made the greatest mistake of his young life...
To Be Continued...