FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Author's Note: This is long overdue... I got really busy. I have free time now, though, so I'm writing again.

Tracy got into of her beaten-down used-up green pickup truck and drove to Chandler. It was only about ten minutes away, so it wasn't that bad of a commute. She'd be driven around for the rest of the night anyway, so worrying about every clunk and putting up with every time the truck stalled wasn't that bad. She pulled into the tiny parking lot of a small, nondescript building. This was where it had all started...

>>>two years ago

Tracy had just graduated high school, and had been working at a pizza place in Glenmont, a small post-industrial town next to Chandler. She had grown up in Chandler, but she couldn't find employ there and her parents didn't have enough money to send her to college, so she did what she could to pay her rent for a tiny apartment with two roommates she met shortly before signing the lease. She didn't much like making pizzas, but she didn't like change and she didn't like risk so she stayed with what she knew. The apartment was on the outskirts of Glenmont; rent was higher in Chandler and higher near the center of Glenmont because there was a college in the middle of the town and the landlords knew the students wouldn't want to walk too far.

It was a nice night, she had just finished her shift at Goxha Pizza. She had a little extra money, not too much to get anything big, but enough for a movie at her favorite theater. Tracy hadn't been to the movies in years, and memories of the theater from when she was a younger, less stressed rabbit made her smile. She hopped in her old green pickup truck and got herself downright lost in the middle of her hometown.

Tracy had always been extremely poor at navigation. She only really knew about a third of Chandler - it was a big town - and she was definitely in one of the other two thirds. She turned right and left, she drowe straight, she read all the street names... Finally she decided she should ask for directions. Picking a parking lot at random, she pulled into a spot and got out of her truck. In front of her was a small building with no sign or logo proclaiming its purpose. She didn't think about it though, because there was a glass door which led to a tiny lobby in which there was a receptionist. Tracy opened the door.

The receptionist looked up at her. "Are you the new girl? You're over an hour late, which is grounds for automatic dismissal, unless you have a decent reason. You earn a lot for such an easy task, you know."

The lithe raccoon glared at her, clearly unhappy. Tracy was intimidated. She wasn't the new girl, and she was glad she wasn't, but she still couldn't help but think of excuses for being late. "I- I'm sorry, I'm not who you're looking for- I- I'll just- I don't..." The raccoon sighed and stood up.

"Listen, I shouldn't have chewed you out for something you didn't do. Don't feel bad about it. I was told the new girl was a bunny with nice tits and a nice ass and you fit the bill, so I assumed. Now try to calm down, and please explain why you are here. If you're looking to get a job interview, I can file the appropriate paperwork, and if you are a customer, you're not supposed to be here or know where this is."

Tracy was confused. How on earth would a buisness have customers if they didn't know where the establishment was? Maybe it was something on the Internet, or they only did deliveries of something. "I don't know where I am, I'm lost, I was trying to get to the Iluf Medyo Cinema on Lincoln Street. I used to go there when I was a kid, but I guess I don't remember the roads very well."

The raccoon smiled, mostly in an attempt to calm the flustered rabbit. "Lincoln Street is two blocks north of here, but Iluf got a heart attack a year ago and had to sell the cinema to pay for the medical bills. It's a bookstore now. I don't know what happened to old Iluf."

The bunny's ears sank down. Her nice afternoon had turned into a disappointing, frustrating evening. At least she could get something out of it- maybe she'd be qualified for the job. Tracy had always been unreasonably optimistic about her skills, and although she didn't know what the job was for, she remembered the raccoon had said it was easy, and easy was right up the bunny's alley. "About that job... I've been looking for a job, what are the current openings?"

The raccoon smirked. "Well, we're looking to hire another prostitute, another whore, another hooker... We want more girls with nice attributes, if you know what I mean, to fuck old ugly men and get paid. By the way, my name's Kandi." Kandi intended to shock the rabbit, and it certainly worked.

"Um..." Tracy couldn't think of anything to say. Tracy couldn't really think.

"Listen, you have the body, you can make the money. It's an escort service, clients will order over the phone, and if one of the two call center employees decides you can do what they want from you, you go. It's better than it sounds, but some of the time you'll get old ugly men who want to stick it in your butt and then have you suck on it. Most of the time it's just lonely guys or guys who are cheating on their wives. You're driven to the client's location, you get picked up when you are done, and if the customer is a first-timer with us or has a more shady reputation, your driver will wait for you in case something bad happens and you need to leave quickly. It also pays quite well."

Tracy liked sex, especially meaningless one night stands, but she didn't think she wanted to be a hooker. "Can I... think it over? I'll come back in a week if I want the job."

"A wise decision. Don't tell anyone you're doing this or thinking about doing this, and definitely don't tell anyone where this is. If people knew, it'd attract rapists and gangs and whatnot."

Tracy left awkwardly, her mind still not functioning. She drove two blocks north, turned onto Lincoln, and drove home. One week later, she went back, took the 'interview,' and began to work for Chandler Enterprise Services.