The Predators of Rome: Chapter One
Chapter
One
Clatter!
The mongoose looked in the mirror as he
dropped his toothbrush in the cup by the sink.
The predatory male grinned. He
checked his perfect white teeth for anything he might have missed. He searched his fur for any blemishes. Confident he'd prepared himself well enough,
the mongoose stepped out.
The otteress who waited for him
smiled. "It took you long enough. What were you doing in there? Getting your hair did?"
The mongoose spoke with a rich Italian
accent, "I am only making sure I am not in anyway a disappointment for you, mia cara. After all, you are paying me for my services,
I have to look my best."
The otteress, already in her lingerie,
spread her legs for the mongoose, beckoned him closer. "The only best I want from you tonight is
your dick."
The mongoose laughed off her
forwardness. "I am sure I can help you
with that."
Minutes later, the otter was breathless
in ecstasy from the surreal sexual prowess of this mysterious male she ran into
earlier at a bar.
The mongoose as she saw seemed to be in
his early to mid thirties. He wasn't a
bodybuilder type, but he was definitely handsome. He had muscles. He had...
"Oh my god!" She cried out as he pushed
her into another climax.
The mongoose grinned smugly as he saw the
many faces she was making.
Finally, when he could no longer hold
himself, the mongoose spoke, "Would you like for me to pull out?"
Absentmindedly, she shook her head.
He threw his head back with a light
growl.
The otteress and mongoose laid together
afterward. He smoked a cigarette. She bummed a smoke off him.
"For a mongoose, you sure fuck good."
The mongoose chuckled. "Thank you.
Believe it or not, it's not often that I'm complimented on how good I
am. Not in this line of work."
The otter sat up. She held his chest, kissed his neck.
"Can you go a couple more times, baby?"
He blew smoke in a perfect ring. "I'm here all night."
The mongoose awoke the next morning. He heard the shower in his bathroom just as
it had shut off.
The otteress stepped out later. She sat on the bed and kissed him. "Thank you for the night." She took 200$ from her purse then gave it to
him. "If I'm ever in Rome again, you think we could meet for
another weekend like this?"
He sighed, "I rarely meet a woman more than
once, but if I saw you again, I'd be happy to give you a free one then." He smiled.
She kissed him again then stepped out.
He did not even bother to get up and lock
his front door. He just sighed and laid
back.
...
Giovanni was his name. He was a gigolo. Not the type of job his mother would have
approved of, but he enjoyed it. It made
him good money and he loved meeting clients every weekend.
He would wake up after each conquest,
then he would work out. Pushups,
handstands, lunges, stretches, all in the nude.
Then, he would shower. He wasn't
an OCD, compulsive type, but he liked being clean. No woman would spend a night with a man of
poor hygiene.
Only after a strict, thorough morning
regimen, would he feed himself. The
mongoose could cook for himself, but he preferred to eat out. He would leave his luxury fourth story
apartment every morning to buy himself a quick but healthy breakfast, then he
would go to the gym.
Here Giovanni would continue to
exercise. The mongoose kept a very
strict schedule. He chose the profession
of a male escort for lonely females; he had to adhere to the tight,
backbreaking work it took to keep himself in shape.
It was only at nighttime when he would
allow himself a bit of fun. He would
frequent one of many classy nightclubs around Roma. He would smoke, he would drink cocktails, he
would flirt with the various women he met on his excursions. Most of the time, his charms worked. However, he wasn't perfect. He would sometimes come on strong. Forwardness in a male was a turnoff for many
women. He would curse his own failure,
return home.
Home.
Roma was his home for the last ten years. He was 23 when he first came to this town. He came here with...
SCREECH!
Giovanni swerved to avoid the oncoming
traffic. He stopped on the side of the
road.
<Ah!
Giovanni, get a hold of yourself!
You fucking pussy... she left you, get over it.>
An officer knocked on his window.
Giovanni saw where he was. "Oh..."
<You need to move, sir. This is no parking.>
The mongoose nodded. <Okay, thank you.> He drove away.
Giovanni got home. He had unlocked the door to his apartment
when he heard another door open from down the hall.
"Alessa..." he said.
The Dalmatian female stood outside her
apartment as she always did when he came home.
She was one of his few constant female companions. He hardly made a point of befriending
everyone in the building, but if he had any... he'd come to consider her as one.
The mongoose lay on his back as the
plus-sized Dalmatian bitch rode him, her breasts dangling over his face. He'd come to enjoy his times with her. Almost anytime, when he would strike out at
the clubs, he would lay with her. Even
if they did not screw, she offered a friendly ear to listen or shoulder for
when he was low.
He climaxed and she laid beside him. She allowed him to use her breasts as
pillows, like always. It was this sort
of thing they had between each other.
She would sometimes wish she could keep him, but she understood he had a
broken heart. She had her own heartbreak;
her husband left her, took her child in a custody battle and had her declared
unfit because of her old habit. If it
weren't for her job at the grocery store, if it weren't for her friendship with
Giovanni, she'd still be an addict.
"Ti
amo." She whispered to a
sleeping mongoose.
...
Meanwhile...
In a dark part of Roma, a weasel was
running for his life.
The man jumped over fences, ran through
yards, anything to escape his pursuers.
Then, he saw it. Salvation! He was this close to the finish line, this
close to winning $10,000,000!
He tripped... He fell...
He heard footsteps.
The weasel looked back with great
reluctance and saw the wolf. The big
hulking beast had in his right hand a mini-gun.
The weasel tried to get up. But, pain in his right leg prevented
him. He had broken the knee.
<Game over, weasel.>
The wolf squeezed the trigger on his
large weapon.
...
Giovanni woke up to a pleasing feeling. He opened his caramel brown eyes and he saw
Alessa sucking his cock.
The Dalmatian bitch smiled up to him as
she pleasured his most important tool.
He didn't take long. He never
took so long with Alessa. He came, she
swallowed.
Alessa climbed up on top of the handsome
mongoose and she kissed him.
"Why are you so good to me, Alessa?"
She giggled as she tickled his chin. "Why shouldn't I be?"
He groaned, "I don't deserve this. You know very well what I do, yet you treat
me so well."
She shrugged, "I don't care what you
do. You're a good guy. You have a good heart. Not to mention, your cock is
exceptional." She giggled again.
He could feel himself hardening
again. She felt it too.
"Let me help you with that, Gio."
He blushed. He never blushed with any woman, but he
always did when Alessa used that nickname.
They made love again that morning.
Later, he left her as she slept, gave her
a small kiss goodbye. He returned home
and went directly to the shower as he had already missed his time for morning
workout.
He returned to the club scene that night.
He sat at the bar and ordered his usual
cocktail, a Corpse Reviver. He loved the
name and he loved the kick he got when he drank it.
He immediately took notice of a female
king cobra who had taken a seat two seats down from him. "A queen cobra?" He joked in his mind.
He rarely saw reptilian females. But the few he's had before... He enjoyed the exotic females the best.
The cobra with her golden slit eyes took
notice of the amorous mongoose approaching him.
She hissed playfully as she realized the irony, a mongoose preying on a cobra.
"Hello, might I trouble you, mia cara, for a cigarette? I forgot my pack at home." He lied.
He always kept his cigarette pack in his right jacket pocket. She could probably even see it. Sure enough...
The cobra reached forward, yanked the
pack from his jacket and displayed it for him.
"I guess I found it for you." She
had an accent. He couldn't place the
nationality, but she was definitely not of Roma.
Sheepishly, he took the pack and placed
one in his mouth.
She produced her lighter for him. "Here, in case you already lost this too."
He leaned in to the flame to light his
cigarette.
She put it back in her red purse.
He took notice of her body in that brief
moment of distraction. She was
sexy. She was reptilian so she lacked
breasts, but she was definitely all woman.
"Well, I have aided you in your search
for lung cancer, what may I help you with now?"
Giovanni sat down. She had seen through his ruse, yet she still
wanted to talk.
"Um..."
He found his confidence. "I am
Giovanni and I was wondering what a lovely flower such as you was doing sitting
here all alone."
She cocked an eye at him. She answered, "I like being alone. It suits me.
And, if you are trying to get your cock wet, you need to fix your game,
Mister."
She had definitely made him now. He found words. "I don't know that I have to fix my
game. I am a male escort. I've been doing this sort of thing for five
years now and I dare say I have been quite successful."
She laughed. "So successful you have to remind yourself of
it?" She flicked his nose.
He rubbed it. "Ow..."
She got up and walked away. He sighed.
"Well there goes a month's pay."
She heard him. "Damn it."
She turned back. "Look, if you're
really so strung up, maybe I could oblige you, but that doesn't mean you're
getting under my dress."
He nodded.
...
In Venice,
the wolf was meeting with his employer in a dark hotel room.
The badger growled at the larger
male. "Well? Where is it?"
The wolf produced from his heavy coat the
medallion he took off last night's quarry.
The badger laughed. "Ah-ha... another cold million will be wired to
your account, Ilya."
The wolf nodded. The badger stepped out of the wolf's hotel
room.
"I'll definitely remember who to call the
next time I find prey."
The wolf growled harshly, "Then next
time, you will find someone more worthy of my efforts, badger. Otherwise..."
He produced his mini-gun, "We will no longer do business together."
The badger gulped then closed the door.
...
Giovanni treated the cobra, Shari, to a dinner at a classy restaurant. It was a good thing she was dressed for such
a place. Her smooth feminine shape in
her bright white dress made quite a few heads turn as she was seated.
"I will admit. I did not expect you to put this much effort
into a total stranger."
Giovanni laughed. "No woman is not worth any effort."
She smiled as a waiter approached.
The waiter took their orders then he
walked away.
Shari got up.
"If you'll please excuse me, I must use the ladies room, Giovanni."
He nodded. "Please be excused."
Shari was in the restroom. She checked her makeup in the mirror. She looked at herself in her form-fitting
white dress. She shook her head. "Why do you suddenly care about how you
look?" She sighed. "He is cute, he is nice. But, he is just another male." She cursed quietly in her native Arabic. She stepped out.
He was still there. Their food was there as well. She smiled and sat down to eat with him.
Giovanni paid full price for the
meal. She was pleasantly surprised by
that. She had honestly thought he was
all talk, but he had money to back it up for sure.
He had next taken her to his favorite
park. They sat together on a park bench.
She found herself leaning in when his arm
came around her shoulders.
He now had a better chance to look her
over as she snuggled so closely. Her
scales were dark brown on top, tan around her softer parts.
She pulled away. "This is good... But I don't know you. I don't know if I can trust you quite yet."
Giovanni nodded. "Then, we can just do this, then I can drive
you to your hotel and maybe tomorrow we can try again?"
Shari looked at him. "I have work tomorrow. I'm a lawyer."
Giovanni chuckled. "A cobra lawyer? You must intimidate a lot of fellows down
there, huh?"
Shari laughed in the hissing way of
snakes. "I do, but I'm really not the
scary ice queen I make myself out to be.
I've been burned, you see."
Gio nodded. "We have all been hurt by love once haven't
we?"
Shari licked him. "I guess so..."
Gio bravely kissed her. She allowed it.
He drove her home after that.
She waited a moment. "You said earlier you were an escort? So women pay to sleep with you?"
The mongoose shrugged, "Sometimes sex is
all a client wants and sometimes she genuinely wants a companion, a friend to
keep her for a day or two."
Shari smirked.
"But you do sleep with a lot of women, Giovanni?"
Gio nodded. "Yes, Shari,
I sleep with a lot of women. It pays my
rent, keeps me off the streets. I know
my mother would hate to know I do this.
Which makes it a good thing she's back home in D.C."
Shari would have blinked if she could. "You are American?"
"Yes.
Giovanni is my real name, I am Italian, but I was born in Washington, D.C. I grew up there."
Shari tilted her head at him. "Maybe you are not as shallow as you seem."
He shook his head. "Oh no, I am quite shallow. I workout every morning to keep in shape just
for this little job I made for myself.
But thank you for the compliment."
She kissed him again. "Thank you
for the night." She got out.
The mongoose caught himself watching the
cobra's shapely butt as she went into to her apartment building. He drove off.
...
Alessa got him again that night, only
this time as they made love, he could swear he saw Shari
in her place. She noticed.
As the pair rested after their latest
session, she asked him and he told her about the cobra.
Alessa spoke afterward, "Oh my, it sounds
like my little Gio has found himself 'The One'." She joked while she hid the tear.
Gio looked up. "You think so? After so many, this one girl?"
Alessa petted him. "It sounds like it. You used the word enchanting, that's not the
type of word someone just throws around."
The mongoose rested his head on Alessa's
soft breasts, he sniffed a nipple close to his muzzle.
She giggled. "Go on."
He suckled her breast. He tasted milk.
She shrugged. "Phantom pregnancy, it happens with dogs."
He nodded and continued to drink while
she petted him some more. Soon, he was
ready for more than just milk.
They made love twice more this night.
...
Meanwhile, the wolf had fetched a little
strumpet of his own to finish off his night.
The young Venetian mouse sat upon his
lap, speared on his shaft as he thrust in and out of her tight pussy.
The wolf howled his ecstasy as he stuffed
his fat knot in her, stretching her more than her mousey lips could take. She shrieked from the pain.
The wolf went to sleep instantly, the
mouse still riveted to his hips by his fat cock.