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Shower Thot

by BangBear

"You done yet?" the crocodile asked, scrolling through her phone, the sounds of a new video starting up and interrupting the previous one every few seconds. Gordon groaned behind her and pumped his hips slowly, not in response to her, but simply as a matter of circumstance. The out-of-shape tiger huffed, his own weight steadily becoming too much for him to hold up with his arms as his cock pulsed inside her ass. One last slow thrust, and he rolled off to the side panting, the bed creaking and bouncing as a splash of cum streaked across her left cheek.

"Hah, fuck... never gonna get tired of that ass," the tiger boasted, grabbing his lit cigar from the edge of the ashtray. His hands were adorned in a collection of gaudy gold rings, matching his equally loud chain. One held the smoke, the other rested on his gut exposed by the open opulent bathrobe. "You sound tired to me," she chided, mocking his heavy breathing. "Sure you wanna be smoking that right now? Might pass out from lack of oxygen."

"Oh, you'd know a little something about passing out, wouldn't you sweetheart?" he fired back with a sly grin, his gold fang glinting in the lights. She glared daggers at him. Nearly a year ago she'd made the decision to work for him, shortly after a rather extreme night in a concert's bathroom. That night alone, she made more than in a month at her old job. Despite the profit, it wasn't a particularly proud memory.

"Ah, come on, I'm only joking around. Here, gotta go over your schedule for the day." He passed her the cigar, Nikki taking it and starting to puff on it. Her gaze returned to the torrent of sensory stimulation coming from the device in her hand, smoke billowing from her mouth.

"A'right, lessee here..." he grunted, leaning his body to the side so he could grab his phone from the nightstand. Nikki pulled up her pink underwear with a light snap. "Clean me up a little, will ya?" Rolling her eyes, she obliged. She turned herself over, leaving her phone by the pillow and getting her head to his crotch. His member stood half-erect, steadily deflating. Glossy with a glaze of his own seed, it hung waiting for further attention.

Without hesitation she wrapped her lips around him and got to work, phone still in one hand and cigar in the other. She tasted herself just as much as she tasted him, something she was more than familiar with by now with this near daily ritual. "Aaah, there we go. Alright, you're gonna be down at a club again tonight. Arm candy for some guy who fancies himself a big shot." She cleaned silently as he instructed her duties for the night, tongue lapping up any traces of his seed and replacing the gloss of cum with the gloss of her own spit.

"I hear he's kind of a prick, but he should be harmless. Might wanna share you with his boys, but he's paying good so play nice. I hear good things from him, you get those little boots you been eyeing." She paused briefly, her eye shifting its attention to Gordon's face. He grinned back at her and brought a hand to the top of her head with a chuckle. "Promise," he winked.

She started up again, now thinking about the attire soon to be added to her wardrobe. Once satisfied with her work, she pulled off from him, swallowed down what was in her mouth, then puffed the cigar again as she hopped off the bed towards the bathroom. "When do I have to be there?" she asked with smoke billowing from her mouth and nose, placing her phone on the nightstand and the cigar in the ashtray. "An hour. You got time." He could see her undress and start bathing from the bed, the sleazy tiger having the bathroom specifically designed for this lack of privacy.

She knew full well he was staring at her, but she ignored him. It was too taxing to worry about his leering anymore. She leaned against the wall and let the water run over her, her head resting against her forearm propping her against the tiles in front of her. The hot water soothed her athletic frame and let her zone out.

A strong pair of hands gripping her hips jolted her from her trance with a sharp gasp. "Whoa, sorry, sweetheart! Just thought I'd join you is all! Save water 'n' what not." He leaned in and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, kissing her on the neck and poking her leg with his rod again. She halfheartedly tilted her head to the side to let him do his thing. "Don't make me late."

"This won't take long, still revved from earlier." His shaft rose up between her legs and rubbed against her slit, the tiger teasing entry to it.

"HEY." She pulled away from him. "NOT. There," she snarled back at him with a death stare.

"Alright alright! I'm just teasin' you. I know where you like it..." he said, sliding his arms around her once again and getting himself lined up with the right hole this time. Once again he slipped himself into her tailhole, made much easier with his earlier load serving as lube. His hands slid up her toned core. "Fuck me, how'd you get an ass like this anyway?"

"Volleyball," she answered dryly.

"God bless that sport." He grabbed a handful of her petite chest and started humping into her. Her body was pressed up against the wall by his gut, pinned securely. "My game was football." She was content to just let him enjoy himself while she waited for him to finish and continue her shower, but his other hand slid down her belly to between her legs.

An audible breath and a slight shift in her hips betrayed her now former apathy. Gordon chuckled, picking up the slight tell. "Likin' this, huh?" he teased, twirling his index and middle fingers on her nub while slowly working himself forwards and back.

"Shut it."

"You love it."

"Shut the fuck up."

A thick digit plunged inside without warning, her knees buckling under her with a moan. The tiger simply laughed at her response, pushing the topic no further. He continued his rhythm, wet plaps bouncing off the walls. Her eyes closed again and she let him work, his finger delving in and out of her folds in time with his shaft. She felt a climax steadily building within her.

He kept at it with an even pace, huffing against her neck. "You close, sweetheart?" She remained silent, not wanting to answer.

"Nikki, baby, talk to me," he huffed again.

"...Yeah..." she relented after a long pause.

"Good, 'cause I'm there!" he grunted, thrusting in one more time for his second blown load that hour. His finger paused in her, slowly withdrawing and grasping her waist to hold him inside her. Nikki's heart sank. No, no he couldn't be done now... She was so close...

"H-hey... I didn't-"

"Hah, one sec baby... I'm still goin'." She could feel the warm load overflowing and trailing down her legs, washing away down the shower drain. A frustration built in her.

"Hah, fuck. That was good." He leaned more heavily against her now as he caught his breath. "You were sayin' somethin'?"

"I didn't finish, you prick."

"Oh, yeah I know. It's not your turn yet. You're workin' tonight, remember?"

Her hands balled into fists, frustration turning to rage. An elbow swung back and struck him in the stomach.

"Ooogh, whoa, sweetheart, what got into you?" he said with a smirk.

"Get the fuck out, asshole."

"Babygirl I'm already out of your asshole." His gold tooth sparkled in his shit eating grin.

"GET! OUT!" She threw a bottle of his shampoo at him, the tiger running away giggling like a child with the bottle bouncing off his ass. "Uurgh, that fucking dickhead!" she raged to herself, hands balled to fists. She looked down and thought about it for a moment, but she knew he wouldn't let her take care of herself in the shower. Save it for the customers, he'd say. "Fuck." Brimming with sexual frustration, Nikki returned to what was suppose to be a relaxing shower, and took her time getting clean as could be. Especially where Gordon just dumped 2 fresh loads.

After about 30 minutes, the water was turned off and Nikki stepped out onto the heated floor. She grabbed her towel off the rack and began drying off in front of the massive mirror that occupied the entire length of the counter. Having no fur to speak of made it a rather quick process, and soon it was discarded onto the floor. Gordon walked in, a pump bottle of lube in one hand and something unseen in the other. His robe was tied closed now.

"Oh, god, don't tell me you're about to try and fuck me again, I just got out of the shower."

"Nah, nah nothin' like that. Just gonna help you get ready for tonight." The clear bottle thumped on the counter, next to that he placed a roll of black tape, a white marker, and finally a long, large, heavy plug with a blue gemmed base.

"There's no way I'm wearing that thing in me all night."

"Of course not all night! Just until they decide to take it out so they can start pounding you. And remember..." He placed his phone on the counter with the picture of the boots he promised her.

"Ugh, fine! Just try not to get lube everywhere."

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm always surgical." He knelt down behind her.

Nikki spread her legs, leaned forward onto her crossed arms, and lifted her thick reptilian tail for him. He pumped a healthy amount of lube into his hand and used it to coat the toy, and then lubed the outer rim of her hole with a finger, and finally a knuckle deep inside. "Still loose. Ain't you happy for my generous donations earlier?"

"Kiss my ass." The tiger laughed and obliged, planting a peck on her pert cheek as he guided the toy to her. It was cold, the crocodile hissing as it steadily sank inside. It was wider than the tiger's shaft, and a couple inches longer. It took some effort on both their parts to get it in. Nikki focused on keeping relaxed as the tiger kept a steady hand and even force on the toy.

"Almost theeeere... got it!" It popped in, the wide base held snugly in place by her anus. Standing up straight, she could see the slightest hint of its presence bulging from her toned belly. A finger reached down to poke at it, the croc able to feel it shifting around within her as she manipulated the tip. It was just enough stimulation to keep her frustrated.

"Nice job. You'll thank me for that later. These guys are... on the bigger side let's say." He picked up her towel she'd tossed away and used it to wipe up some excess lube from her, and then his hand. "Alright sweetheart, hop up on the counter and spread. Gonna tape you up. They should know the rules, but you know how people get."

For this, she complied, huffing once she planted herself on the counter as the toy within shifted. It was one of the only rules she made, and he was respectful enough to honor that one, at least. Gordon tore off a segment of tape and carefully placed it on her lower lips, his index and middle fingers sliding down each side of her slit to ensure adhesion. Nikki couldn't stifle her moan, or her twitching. "Geez, you're pent up. Might not even talk to them before you- mmmph!"

Her strong legs clamped down tight around his face, halting his speech and pinning him in place. "Gordon, if you don't shut the fuck up I'm gonna ride your face until you fucking drown," she threatened with barely contained fury, staring him right in the eyes.

"Mmphmm! Mmphmm!" he muffled, trying in vain to nod his head. She squeezed harder for just a moment before letting him go, Gordon gasping for air and rubbing his jaw. "God bless volleyball," he said with a grin, reaching for the marker. "Alright, one last thing sweetheart. Probably gonna make you squirm, but hey, it's your rule, right?"

Nikki rolled her eyes, dark green thighs parting wide once again as the tiger popped open the marker. Her plumped slit made an impression on the tape, and the marker tip was heading right for it. "I'll make it quick." On the tape, Gordon wrote simply "NO ENTRY", then signed it with a simple, one letter initial: "-G", all diagonal to make the most use of the limited space. Nikki huffed, legs twitching with the swipes of the soft tip. But in just a few seconds the stimulation ceased again.

"Alright sweetheart, you're good to go." He capped the marker and got back up from his crouched position with a grunt.

"You're so fucking old." She hopped off the counter, feet softly patting the tile floor. She paused for a brief moment from they toy giving her another reminder of its existence. She turned and squeaked the water on, then squeezed toothpaste onto her brush.

"And aging like wine!" He clicked his teeth and winked, taking a shot with a finger gun into the mirror.

"You already turned to vinegar a hundred years ago." He laughed and gave her ass another squeeze, leaving her to wash the taste of his cock and her ass out of her mouth. She was thorough. Two rounds with her electric brush, and two rounds of mouthwash.

After a few checks in the mirror she made her way to the walk-in closet and quickly picked her outfit. A black, mid-thigh dress with long sleeves that ended in loops to slide her middle fingers into. It conformed to her body well. Simple white underwear gave her plausible deniability to her modesty. Thigh-highs and calf boots completed her look, with thick 3 inch heels.

Normally she loved these shoes, but with the toy inside her, she was having second thoughts with how it all made her walk. Nikki was about to change them, and then...

"Alright, showtime! Get your fine ass downstairs and make my people happy."

"Wait, lemme change-"

"No time, you're gonna be late!" Gordon entered the closet and started nudging her out towards the penthouse elevator. "You look great, don't worry about it!" He made no mention of her unusual gait, but that was the exact reason he rushed her out. "Got your phone and your purse here, you're good to go. Now go make some money!" With a slap on the ass he pushed her into the elevator and started closing the door.

"Wait, wait!" she awkwardly tried to walk back to the door, but it closed before she could hit the stop button. Last she saw of the cat was him waving with his toothy grin, and the glint of his gold tooth. Then she descended.

"Fucking...!" The crocodile was hunched over, holding onto one of the railings along the wall. She let out a long breath, then focused on steadying herself. Slowly, she stood herself up straight, grimacing at the toy's teasing. The door opened just as she managed to get upright, loud, pulsing music assaulting her ears. Alright, just have to walk now, she thought.

She turned to face the door and took a step, and immediately stumbled and placed a hand on the elevator wall for balance.. One of the security guards took notice.

"Is everything alright, Miss Nikki?"

"I'm fine," she said curtly, then sighed. "Just show me where I need to go."