Businesses of Gentlemanly Entertainment
Hallo everything, as promised here is something for you all to read. I can't say I'm especially satisfied with this piece, any criticism or advice is welcome. It's a pretty basic yiff story, but if it's recieved well and has good enough interest I might expand on it a little.
Hope you like it and have a Happy Holidays.
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Cool wind blew through the night-time streets of New Transberg, colourful neon signs illuminating wet asphalt roads and pavements with a myriad of vibrant multicoloured lights, the rush of traffic through damp air and the slosh of wheels through puddles giving rainbow colours from the oils of parked vehicles. A very fine rain fell from the skies, so fine one could scarcely tell it was raining until flecks of water were illuminated by some light from a car's headlight or the streetlamps that lined the roads. It seemed unsure of whether it wanted to last or not, starting and finishing repeatedly like a faulty shower. Through this half-hearted drizzle, a young woman walked.
She was young, barely into her thirties, with long, bushy brown hair that almost resembled a lion's mane crowning her head, with delicate angular features and slightly tanned skin. She was dressed in a large brown coat that she kept wrapped tightly around her, along with a short skirt, a jumper and plain shoes. Her hair was damp with the rain and hung limply about her face, droplets of water running down her cheeks giving her the appearance of one weeping. She paused by the road, looking around briefly as though unsure of where she was. Perhaps she was lost. Certainly few willingly came into this particular area of the city, a run-down dilapidated part where crimes rates were high and living standards low. Graffiti had become a local art form, street-slang a form of poetry and how much crack you could hustle in an hour a sporting event. Meanwhile the police were largely absent and sometimes you could hear the sounds of youths clashing in the streets. Regardless she walked fearlessly across the streets, either out of genuine bravery or ignorance, until she came to a large building. It was large, square and looked half a century old, probably more, a concrete brick laid out upon the earth. Outside on a large, painted sign, these words could be seen from across the street in peeling white paint:
HARTMAN AND SON LTD
For a moment the woman stared at the sign in confusion, until she noted a much smaller sign beneath it. Apparently the building had come under new management and the sign simply left there. Nodding her head affirming, she made her way through the doors and into the building proper.
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Inside the building came the thick smell of musty buildings, of old furniture and unmoved dust. It was warm though, and dry, so Kate moved further inside. She came up to another pair of double doors with frosted glass windows inside, bearing the name seen outside in golden paint, which may have once looked quite posh and business like. The glass was dirty though and the paint chipped, the glamour long since faded. She could see a light through it though and could just about make out what looked to be a receptionist's desk. Usually, businesses would have been closed at this time of night and the reception along with it. Usually. This was not an ordinary business however, nor was it one that tended to run during the day. Kate made a grim face and hesitated by the door, no longer sure if she wanted to go through this...
No, she had an appointment and it wouldn't go down well if she missed it. Breathing in deeply she gripped the brass door handle and opened the door with as little noise as possible. It didn't creak, which suggested that the hinges were oiled frequently at least. The receptionist looked up briefly, a male fox in a mauve top and a name tag on his breast, his green eyes looking over his snout towards Kate almost as though he was scrutinising her. He gave a rather insincere smile as she approached and waited for a second or two.
"Yes?" he said. "Can I help you?"
Kate found she had lost her voice. No matter how she tried she couldn't speak, not a word left her lips. The fox began to loose patience quickly and it showed on his face; it was like watching an ice cube melt in a cup of boiling water.
"Can. I. Help. You?" he asked, slowly as though Kate were mentally disabled or deaf. He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. "Speak-eh you de Engel-ish?"
"I...I have an appointment. *ahem* Sorry." Kate's voice cracked halfway through the sentence and she could feel her face growing hot.
"It speaks! Hallelujah! I do believe in miracles," the fox said with a dramatic gesture towards the heavens, before rolling his eyes and tapping something onto a rather out-dated computer. His ears were flat against his head and his eyes were narrowed. "Just a sec...Kate Porter, yes? Right, okay then...and...hoohoo boy! You've got a meeting with Mr Ballefield himself!"
He looked almost gleeful, a fact that made Kate nervous. She didn't know the fox, but she already got the impression he was the guy who relished being an utter arsehole and seeing others suffer. She remembered having a classmate like that at school; hated his guts.
The fox grinned evilly at Kate and his bushy tail waved behind him almost hypnotically. "Yes, yes, you're right on time. Please, go on through to his office, it's the first door to the right. He's expecting you." The fox moved from the desk to a door on the far right of the room, bowing sardonically as Kate walked past.
She resisted the urge to make a biting remark as the door closed behind her.
The corridor was lit with electric lamps that looked as though they once ran on oil, cobwebs hung to them and added to the sense of faded glory. It was like walking through a deserted house or something, abandoned during its prime because of some horrible event. She wondered whether the place may have been haunted... Looking to her right, Kate saw a door with the words Ballefield on it within a small sign. Once again she felt unable to go further, a small voice questioning the wisdom that led her to this place, but something else within her rallied and she knocked on the door, loudly. There was a pause.
"Come in, come in! I haven't got all night..." came a muffled voice from within.
There was no turning back now, so Kate opened the door and peeked through into the office, sidling in as she looked around the room. Again, the classic Victorian/Edwardian look, with large bookshelves filled with books (none of which looked like they've ever been taken off their shelves), large oil paintings on the walls, small busts of scholars and past prime ministers and an abundance of brown, gold and red. Seated at a large desk, cluttered with papers, pens and a Newton's cradle, was a large tiger. His build was such that Kate found it impossible to tell whether he was fat or muscular, perhaps he was both. He was wearing a white shirt, a green tie and a pair of sunglasses, his elbows leaning against the desk as he looked through a folder. Kate could see her name on it in large, typed letters. The tiger peered over the folders at Kate and gestured with one paw for her to take one of the seats opposite. She could not help but notice that, whilst the tiger was sitting in a large, plush Victorian armchair, the seats before him were cheap, uncomfortable looking stools.
This place was looking more and more unfriendly by the minute, but then Kate was desperate. It was here or nowhere. She sat down on one of the stools, what little cushion remaining on it hardly providing any comfort to the woman as she waited for the tiger to say something.
There was a brief interlude where nothing was said, seemingly only existing for the purpose of making the woman nervous. If that was so, then it was working. The room was silent, save for the heavy breathing of the tiger, the ticking on a mantelpiece clock, an occasional rustle from the papers within the folder and the distant, faded rush of traffic in the city outside. Faintly, just out of the edge of her hearing, Kate thought she could hear thumping and muffled conversation, as though they were taking place in other rooms within the building.
After a while had passed the folders were thrown down onto the desk and the tiger looked at her in full, breathing out slowly and steepling his hands.
"So," he said, and nothing else. He spoke again shortly afterwards. "So. So, you're Kate Porter, are you?"
Kate gave a brief nod.
"Goooood. I'm of the understanding that you're here looking for a job, is that correct?"
Nod.
"Even better. I trust you're aware of what exactly our main...industry is, then?"
Nod.
"You can speak, can't you?" Mr Ballefield said, with a slight chuckle. "It doesn't mention anywhere in the folder about you being a mute."
"S-sorry, sir. Yes, I'm aware of what you do. It doesn't bother me; I'm certain there are worse things I can do."
Ballefield chuckled again, this time louder and longer. It was nearly a full-blown laugh. "Ha. Hahahaha! I suppose there is. But tell me, what made you seek work here in the first place?"
A shrug. "There was nothing else. I needed good money in a short time and there was little else I could do that offered it."
"Hmmm," he grunted, leaning back in the chair. "That's always the story. Well, I'm going to need a trial and review first before we actually start paying you for everything. If hired, you'll work here Mondays to Saturdays from 7pm to 4am. Since you know what we are, I'm guessing you'll know what you'll be doing?"
All too well. "Yes sir."
"Good," the tiger said with a grin. He then looked regretful. "Unfortunately I can't review you myself. I need to be at a meeting tomorrow so I have to get home and prepare for it. I'll hand you over to one of my employees instead. He'll sort you out. Uh...with that in mind..." The tiger leaned forward towards what looked like an intercom. "Jack?"
The voice of the fox in reception came through, made tinny through the speakers. "Yes, boss?"
"Send Lewis down, would you?"
"Sure thing, boss."
With that the tiger leaned back again in his seat, picking at his teeth with the claw of his pinky finger and seeming to wait. Once again that uneasy silence settled upon the room, leaving Kate feeling somewhat self-conscious of herself. She was suddenly acutely aware of how the way her hair dried had made it all fuzzy and out of place, how awkwardly she was sitting and the rustling noises her coat made when she moved. The ticking and heavy breathing seemed more noticeable this time around and quite frankly it would have driven the woman mad if it weren't for the fact that doing so would probably nullify any hopes of employment. Let's face it; she needed the money. Ballefield cleared his throat and drummed his fingers on the desk, the claws tapping the varnished woodwork as the two waited. Normally, Kate would have tried to spark a conversation to break the mood, but for some reason she felt that now was not the time.
Eventually, however, the doors opened and in walked a handsome looking ram. He was tall, with two large spiral horns growing from the side of his head and fluffy, woolly white fur growing on his body. Like most furres, his eyes were human-looking, binocular and they appeared to be brown in colour. A tight t-shirt helped bring further attention to his strong, athletic build and he carried himself rather casually. Closing the door behind him, the ram nodded his head to the tiger and gave him a casual salute, raising three fingers to his forehead and flicking them forward lazily.
"Yes, Mr Ballefield, you asked for me?" he asked, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.
Ballefield didn't seem to be bothered by this. "This young lady is Miss Porter. It would seem she would like to join our little family', Lewis. Why don't you show her around, make her feel comfortable and then see whether she has the qualities required."
Lewis grinned, herbivore teeth gleaming in the warm glow of the lamps. "My pleasure, sir." He looked to Kate, almost as though he had just been given permission to do so, and gestured with his head for her to follow him.
"Good night, Miss Porter," Mr Ballefield said, pulling a bottle of golden-brown liquid and a glass from his desk. "I look forward to reviewing how you perform."
Something about the way he said that made Kate shiver. Neither male noticed. Or at least they both chose to ignore it. Rising from her seat and stepping out into the hallway with Lewis, Kate folded her arms self-consciously and looked towards her companion with a meek expression. For his part, Lewis pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jean pockets, placing one between his lips and lighting it. A red flash, a puff of smoke and the smell of tobacco joined the room in that order, the ovine taking a deep drag and leaving Kate where she was for the time being. After blowing out two plumes of smoke from his nostrils, looking for a moment like a very bizarre interpretation of a dragon, Lewis looked to Kate and examined her, sheepish ears flicking with curiosity.
"So," he said, leaning against the wall. "How did you hear about us?"
"The friend of a friend," Kate said, shrugging.
The ram nodded. "Figures." He stuck the cigarette back between his lips and made towards the end of the corridor away from the reception area, if you could really call it that.
Kate followed obediently, looking outside of the grimy windows that lined the walls, teasing those inside with images they could not have, of open spaces, cool fresh air (or at least fresher than the air within) and natural light. The sky had cleared now, a large waxing moon hung in the sky, a spherical ship gliding majestically across a sea of murky clouds. As these poetic images filtered through Kate's brain, Lewis came to a flight of stairs and began to ascend them, one hand free so he could remove and replace his cigarette when need be and the other sliding deftly across the chipped, wooden banister. They went up two storeys and came towards another corridor. Kate could now hear the muffled conversation a lot more clearly now, enough to identify individual voices (mostly male) but not enough to tell what they were saying. The thumping noise, if it was ever there, had apparently stopped. Lewis paused once more to finish his cigarette, sucking the red glow towards his yellowish-white fingers before flicking the dog end into the corner of the corridor as he exhaled the smoke.
Kate tried her hand at conversation. "So...how long have you worked here, Lewis?"
"About three or four years now," he said, scratching behind an ear. "Maybe five."
Before the conversation could go further the ram opened the door and ushered Kate into the room. Unlike the rather lavish, if worn, furnishings of Ballefield's office, the bedroom was rather Spartan and basic. A metal-framed double bed stood in the centre of the room, plain, striped coverings over a spring mattress with several pillows and a blanket, presumably for when it's cooler. A chest of drawers, a red throw rug, a small desk and a table and a single picture of a highly eroticised Aphrodite engaging in her usual escapades behind her husband's back with Ares also adorned the room. There was also, tucked away in an upper corner, a camera, positioned in such a way that it could see the entire room at all times. Its presence brought back Ballefield's words and it filled her with revulsion. What a sick pervert.
As soon as the door closed, Lewis pulled off his shirt and threw it to one side. He looked to Kate, arms folded across his muscled chest, thicker patches of curly fur running between his pecs and down his navel. "So why did you come to a brothel, anyway?" he asked.
"It's a job you can do while lying down," Kate said, taking off her coat and placing it on the chair by the desk. It was a good enough answer for now.
Certainly, it seemed to satisfy the ram, as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, leaving him in black boxers that bore a prominent bulge. Kate herself, turning away from Lewis, stripped down, the cool air making the hairs on her arms and legs stand on end. Why couldn't this room be better heated? It'd make all this so much easier... it was bad enough she was having to do this at all without getting goosebumps everywhere because of shoddy heating.
As she kicked off her shoes and socks she felt movement behind her, before strong, warm arms enveloped her body and pulled her close, gently yet firmly enough that she couldn't resist with really struggling. Furry lips pressed themselves against the nape of her neck as Lewis' hands slowly stroked and caressed her body, his breath blowing hotly against her skin as he breathed. From him came the strong smell of tobacco smoke, sweat, musk and cologne, all in one rich mixture.
"How would you like this done then, Kate?" the sheep murmured softly, both hands sliding up her stomach to cup her modest breasts, still covered within the fragile sanctuary of her bra, rolling them around gently.
The woman couldn't help but shiver again, this time not from cold. On one hand she was revolted by the lewdness of the situation, protesting loudly at this violation of her dignity. On the other hand, this pays well and by God did Lewis make it feel good and all. Hands shaking slightly, Kate reached back and stroked Lewis' neck as he continued to kiss her, running further forwards towards her jaw. His experience showed, with a few gentle touches and movements he had her completely at ease and relaxed, eyes closing and body leaning further and further into his cosy embrace.
He pinched one of her pert nipples between forefinger and thumb ever so delicately and nuzzled into her. "Well?" he said, and she could hear a hint of humour in his voice. "Okay, perhaps I should show you..."
With that he scooped her up into his arms, before carrying her towards the bed and setting her down upon it. The bed creaked and the springs gave a slight gloik noise as she settled, the mattress feeling bouncy yet uncomfortable beneath her and the blanket's rough material rubbing against her skin, threatening to give it a rash. Immediately he was on her, however, with such predatory ravenousness Kate never would have expected from a herbivore. Pressing his lips firmly against hers, arms and legs either side of her body, Lewis pressed her down into the bed deeper and deeper, deftly grinding his covered crotch against her own.
Kate groaned and wrapped her arms around him, as intimately as she would with a lover, at first lying still as she was overwhelmed by the aggressiveness of the ram on top of her. Then she remembered that she was supposed to be trying to get a job here and at once became more active, stroking Lewis's neck and back and grinding back. Unlike the male's hard, lustful movements, Kate chose a softer, teasing approach; gently skirting her fingers across his body and teasing him by occasionally moving in such a way that Lewis sometimes had to work in order to touch her. Apparently liking this, the ram grinned toothily and nodded, rubbing his muzzle against her.
"Good girl," he murmured huskily. "Show me what you can do..."
Kate was only too happy to oblige. Grinning at him, feeling a little more confident than earlier she let one hand trail to the ram's front and rub his chest and shoulders, grinding herself against his groin and breathing heavily a little. For his part, the ram began to unfasten the catches of her bra and pulled it off, exposing her round, white breasts to his approving gaze. Gripping one of her boobs with a strong hand and squeezing it, Lewis bleated a little in pleasure and kissed her bottom lip. Kate felt warm and slightly cramped by the large, heavy male on top of her and the cheap blankets beneath her, but otherwise she was genuinely enjoying herself.
Well, this is always a perk to the job, I guess, she thought, running a finger along Lewis' strong jaw.
He gave her a toothy grin and paused briefly, nostrils flaring as he finally fumbled with the buttons keeping the front of his boxers together, pushing his long, thick ramrod and large furry balls out to the cold air. He gripped his meat in his fist and stroked it, eyeing the woman beneath him hungrily. The smell of the ram's musk was unmistakeable now and she could clearly see a faint trickle of pre on the tip of his ramhood.
At once Kate began to feel slightly damp in her knickers.
Winking, Lewis peeled her last piece of clothing off and shifted down, kissing the woman's breasts as he went and suckling on a tit for a bit, licking the small nub of flesh and squeezing it gently between his flat teeth, making the woman groan a little and she pushed her hips up against him. Kate kept her arms tightly around the ram's body, grinding slowly against Lewis' exposed cock, feeling herself grow wonderfully warm now that the two were getting down to business. Eventually she decided to play dom a little, just to break the expected routine, achieving this first by quickly forcing Lewis off of her and onto his back, sitting up right between his meaty thighs. Her hands rested on his pectorals, Kate grinning down at the sheep as he lay there for a moment in surprise. Her hips did not cease their slow, seductive movements. A grin spread across the male's muzzle.
"Heheh, like it rough eh?" he said, propping himself upwards a little on his elbows.
"Only with the big guys," Kate said, before pushing Lewis back down and kissing his lips firmly, taking his erect pizzle in hand and deciding to move on to the next stage. "Now, shall we move on...?"
Lewis did not object.
Whilst certainly not a chaste saint, Kate had to admit she didn't usually go with furries. She could probably count the number of times she had with a badly mutilated hand and on those occasions they were generally rather small furs, namely a rabbit and a fox. Other than that she mainly stuck with other humans. However, as a ram, Lewis was a bit bigger and meatier. Thus this was going to take a little getting used to.
The sheep in question was more than happy to help her along, placing his hands on her hips and slowly pressing her snatch down against the tip of his organ, whilst at the same time raising his hips upwards. Kate could feel a few brief moments of resistance from her and a pleasant tingling sensation as Lewis's meat brushed against her sensitive lips. Then he penetrated and quickly pushed himself inwards all the way to the sheath, Kate gritting her teeth and grunting as she felt him invade her. She felt so full, yet pleasantly so, the feeling of the ram's thick, warm, pulsing member within her making her shiver. It was also painful, however, the tight lips of her pussy stretching to accommodate the ram's rather generous endowment. The woman's brow furrowed and she was pleased that her juices and his pre had made the movement rather smooth.
Lewis snorted and closed his eyes, his jaw clenched as he paused for a moment. "Goddamn...you're a fucking tight humie, aren't you?" he muttered, before slowly pulling out.
"Heh, and you're a fucking big side of mutton," Kate said, wincing as she felt the slow movement.
Lewis chuckled and suddenly pushed Kate to her back. She struggled for a while playfully but eventually she was back to facing the ceiling and the next thing she knew Lewis was rutting her good and proper. This was more painful than the initial entry, the male apparently throwing aside caution as he began to pound his seed deep within her womb. For her part, Kate just wrapped her arms and around and tried to match her movements with his, muttering encouragement and making all the appropriate sounds and moans. On one occasion she nibbled his neck, although she eventually ceased since she was scared, with all the jostling and movement, that she may accidentally hurt him. Shortly afterwards she finally felt a building a sensation between her legs, moaning gently as the movements against her clit brought her to orgasm, her juices leaking from her womanhood and against the pistoning ramhood. Lewis apparently liked this, bleating loudly and squeezing her boobs as he redoubled his efforts. For now he didn't seem ready to cum himself.
After what seemed like an age of forceful ramming and grunts and thrusts, Lewis took both her legs under his arms and pulled her close, getting up onto his knees before frantically fucking the living daylights out of Kate, snorting and cursing under his breath as he did so.
"Oh fuck...oh Jesus I'm so fucking close..." he said.
Playing along, Kate responded with a soft moan. "Oh that's it...fill me...fuck me like a ewe..." Honestly she didn't like crooning like a slut, but she supposed it sounded professional.
"Oh fuck yes, you dirty whore, I'm definitely gonna fill you...God you better be on the pill; I'm gonna cum buckets..." Lewis said, back arched as he gave the job applicant below him his all.
Kate wasn't too sure she liked that whore comment, but she smiled regardless and clenched hard against him as he finally snorted loudly gave a final push against her, a sudden rush of warmth filling Kate as she felt his member pulse and throb. Before long his seed joined her juices and escaped her womanhood, spilling down onto the bed. He gasped for breath and cursed some more before collapsing on top of her, stick rocking his hips as his ejaculation subsided. Kate remained as she was, letting him rest.
After a minute or two she asked, "So, how was that?"
Lewis was silent, still recovering apparently, before nodding his head and slowly pulling out of her. She winced, the intercourse leaving her feeling rather sore and bruised, but he nodded his head approvingly.
"Very good," he muttered. "You passed that part anyway."
"That part?" Kate asked, eyebrow raised. "You mean there's more?"
"Well, there is more to the sex industry than straight out sex you know," the ram replied, resting his head in hand and running his free one down her side. "I've got to review position, oral, hand and general comfort yet."
"All that?"
Lewis chuckled and nodded. "You'd be surprised. This is a business you know."