Labia Lounge
#1 of Timothy Story
The air was pleasantly cool that hour, with subtle breezes wafting the smells of city life through the streets. It was late; the hustle and bustle of the day was succumbing to the gentle pleasantries of long and restful night. A young rabbit, male, wandered step by step along a stretch of sidewalk in front of a series of seedy stores and racy clubs. He had in mind one place in particular, that night, as he had several nights before. "Labia Lounge", the neon glow proclaimed, "Mating service".
His eyes flitted nervously about as he watched his sneakered feet pace the sidewalk in front of the building. Just the thought of putting his hand on the door set his already hasty lapine heart to a frantic beating. He was embarrassed, ashamed even, to be walking up and down that same sidewalk again-- bearing that same crimson rush beneath his white-furred cheeks-- wearing that same pair of worn old sneakers making those same steps that ended with those same frustrations. He was awfully chicken for a rabbit, he thought, to be so hesitant to take those vital steps that stood between him and his satisfaction. Three, maybe four steps, he calculated with a quick sideways glance. Definitely four. Five. Six. He had passed it up again. But he knew he'd turn around again, heart fluttering and shame rising as he willed his body to enter that which his mind was even too modest to name.
"It's just a... A... You know, that kind of place. A... Place to... Do it." He told himself.
And yet he passed it. What kind of rabbit was he? He should already be inside, with his short-furred fingers running softly down a sweat-dampened hip. He should already be at home, lying in bed alone again, dutifully preserving his stagnant virginity. Anywhere but there, where he would pace in doubled humiliation. Both too impure to stay away, and too timid to enter. In the dead of night, he could make either decision as safely as a white-furred rabbit could hope to, but he couldn't bring himself to decide.
He pulled his wallet from his jeans again, counting up the money he had secured for the adventure. It was a tidy little sum, perhaps more than necessary to pay for the night, because he'd been nervous that he might muster up the courage to step inside only to find that he hadn't been adequately equipped to satisfy, if even just financially. Three-hundred ought to do it. Right?
HOOOOOONNNNNK!
_ _ The startled rabbit jumped as the car flew past behind him, dropping the billfold in his sudden motion. He saw at least three twenties leap from the airborne wallet, apparently as surprised as he had been, and flutter about in the breeze. He scrambled to grab the fallen wallet, before rushing to catch the wayward bills. He leapt and floundered about on the concrete as he tried to gather his savings, feeling that he was making a fool of himself all the while. Two-sixty, two-eighty.... He could've sworn he'd seen another. He looked up and down the street for whimsical dancing dollars, but to no avail. He had already lost money without even stepping foot inside of the place, he thought as he glanced in the lounge's direction.
That is, he noticed as his jaw dropped at his bittersweet luck, if he couldn't put his hand on the door.
The final bill had been a devious little monster, getting caught in the handle of the glass-paneled entrance to the Labia Lounge. It teased him as the wind flapped its corners, as if the strangely heartless legal tender was blowing a raspberry at its timid owner. He would never think of President Jackson the same way again. But he reluctantly took those steps, one at a time, to approach the door that held his hard-earned cash in handle. As his paw closed around the bill, he felt his arm's crave to pull the door open. It looked nice enough inside, he noted, now that he was close enough to get a clear look. And though every fiber of his moral being cried out in protest, he gave the door a soft pull and stepped inside.
"Good evening, buck," greeted a feline from the front desk, her nose still half-buried in a magazine, "What can I do you for?"
"Uh..." He looked towards the cat, suddenly uncertain about his decision again as a lump rose in his throat.
"Oh, that's right, that was your line, wasn't it?" She smirked, turning the page coolly.
"I... Well... M-my name is Timothy-- Tim if you want-- I was just leaving." He turned away with a shiver.
"You don't know if you're coming or going, do you?" The cat asked, eyes drifting lazily towards the male. "I could help you remember if that's what you're after."
"Well, I thought I would just-- Just-- Step outside for some fresh air, maybe."
"Oh. You like it public, do you?"
"N-no! That's not what I meant, I just..."
"Just... Came into Labia Lounge. Mating service." She put the magazine down on the desk, somewhat irked.
"Yes. Sorry. I'll go, now--"
"Look, it's my personal duty to do my best to make sure nobody who steps through that door makes it back out unsatisfied. I like for a little something of every client to be... Deposited, here. Turn around."
With a swallow, the rabbit complied. "I really should be going home, now. It's getting late."
"Oh. I get it-- You're married, aren't you?"
"No, it isn't that..."
"Broke?"
"No,"
"How much you got on you? Five hundred for the whole night."
"I only have three hundred, so--"
"That'll do." She purred. "Anything you want, Tom."
"Tim." He corrected, his cheeks blazing despite his frustration. "And I don't want anything."
The cat glared at him as she stepped out from behind the desk. She wore beneath her upper body nothing but soft, laced undergarmets. The silken blue of her underwear contrasted well with the light brown fur that covered her body.
"If you didn't want anything..." She said sternly as she approached him, "You wouldn't have come inside."
Her paw clamped down on the crotch of his jeans, causing him to flinch and withdraw. Her eyes flicked wide for just a moment as she realized the mistake. The boy was stiff, that was for certain, but the response that her simple touch garnered; the drastic, spontaneous jerk of his genitals, made the feline wonder how she'd missed it before.
"You're a virgin."
Timothy took a couple of steps back, hands now guarding his rabbithood as he glared at her, face bathed in vibrant blush. "Don't do that to me, you--... You--"
"I'm sorry. I must've scared the come out of you."
"No, you didn't! But why would you--"
"It's okay, Timothy, just re--"
"Let me finish my sentences! Why would you just up and do that to someone?!"
"Because I had a point to prove. You wanted something, and you don't get into the Labia if you don't mean to enjoy it. Once you're in, there's no turning back. You can't just say nevermind and take off running when you've gotten someone else involved."
"Well, thanks. I didn't realize opening that door meant I'd have claws in my shorts."
"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it. I felt it move, you know. But relax. I'm sorry I intimidated you. I didn't realize I was working with a virgin-boy. We don't get many, here, and they require more of a... Gentle touch..."
Her finger slid along the hard protrusion outlined by his jeans, causing his rabbithood to twitch in pleasure for a moment before he pulled away. He looked down towards his genitals before staring back into her eyes, still uncertain.
"..... I never got your name....."
The inside of his thighs carressed her hips as he shifted about on top of her, kissing and licking her face as his hands stroked her breasts. She moved beneath him, stroking his ears backwards and purring as he attempted lovemaking. He really was trying, she knew, to make it just as enjoyable for her. He had denied himself the pleasure of laying her bare, in favor of pressing gently against her for as long as he could manage, waiting as long as he could stand to for the much-anticipated penetration. She could feel the heated member begging for her entrance with each gentle thrust, and was more pleased with him for every moment he held himself back. He knew so little, and wanted so much. It was strangely adorable to her, how he endeavored to bring her to a climax. She was certain that such a vulnerable piece stood little chance of granting her satisfaction before it met its limits, but appreciated his inexperienced hope, and his long-craving lust.
He nuzzled the side of her face, whispering softly to her --between his quiet moans-- about how it felt so good to him. His spine arched as her hand rolled down his back, his eyes closed while her purr filled his ears. Yes, this was mating. An entirely new world to him, drawing such feelings-- Such powerful passions-- He knew little of how to express. Her mouth opened slightly as she accepted what pleasure she could from the virgin offerings; his newfound needs and unfamiliar desires seemed so simple and pure to her. Out of curiousity, she let out a moan to mingle with his, and felt his inexperienced body melt atop her. He believed her, trusted her entirely. She had him in her grasp, and found that his genuine need for her pleasure was deeply enticing. If he could just hold on long enough... If he could need her badly enough... Yes, this rabbit could draw one from her. She reached down and stroked his shaft, listening closely for his voice, a desperate call, while paying great attention to his motions to avoid drawing his climax prematurely.
"Aah... N-no, careful.... Not yet....." He whispered as she stroked his quivering rabbithood. "You first..."
A subtle wave of pleasure ran through her. She teased him more, running her thumb underneath the seeping tip of his member. His whole body shivered above her. She could tell that his pleasure was immense.
"N-no, please.... Aa! Careful-- careful--..."
She let her legs spread under him as her pleasure drew from his. Good, she thought, good little rabbit-- Enjoy yourself. Her thumb twiddled at his vulnerable tip, coaxing droplets of prefluid from him as he moaned above her.
"No!.... A-ah!... Don't.... I... I love you..."
Her eyes widened, her hand ceased to play with the rabbit. He was a virgin. He didn't know what he was saying. He didn't know anything about love, but--.... She believed him. She felt that he loved her, in his sweet little virgin way; grasping for answers and dreams and... love. She wanted him to give her that love. She'd give him the pleasure he came for, give him whatever he wanted, so long as he would love her as he did, now.
She pulled her doused underwear down slowly, taking gentle and deep breaths as she closed her eyes. With her dripping slit ready, she pressed the tip of the rabbit down into her genitals. With a gasp, he sunk deeper and deeper within her. She felt his pulsing gender deep inside of her, until his vulnerable heart's beating was matched by hers. Her walls began to ripple as they begged for his come, which the rabbit could restrain no longer. His member pulsed and pumped, spurting his warm love into her as she begged through her climax.
"A--Alexis--..."
"It's okay, Tim... Relax..."