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>You'd been technically homeless for the past year and a half.
>Granted calling yourself 'not homeless' might have been a stretch as you didn't have a house or apartment.
>Or an official, normal job.
>You were working for a place called 'Skullcrushers'.
>Working might not be the correct word to use as you didn't have an official position, but you'd been going there for about a year and have been living off tips.
>The anthros that go there tip well, really well.
>It almost makes you glad you'd gotten laid off.
>You finally get from the bed and start getting ready to take a shower.
>The owner had set up 'cuddling rooms', specific areas for a human and anthro to cuddle or 'cuddle' about a year ago.
>You'd like to think it was because she took a liking to you and didn't want to see you sleeping on the floor of the gaming room.
>It probably wasn't, but it's a nice thought.
>To be honest, the cuddling rooms are quite accurately named, most come in because they actually want to cuddle.
>That and confess their depraved desire for headpats, pets, and even handholding.
>You'd left to go grab your birth control and STD prevention pills.
>The fact they were invented is something you're thankful for every day.
>They might cost as much as your rent did, but you're not exactly paying rent
>But you're really in no position to have or raise kids.
>Getting syphilis or something would be terrible as well.
>You wave to the bouncer as you 'clock' in.
"I think I'll take... two hours in the bar. Feel free to grab me if something comes up."
>You'd been there for so long that if some new guy came in to be a chair, they'd pop you out to give him some quick training.
>Some of the human barstool slots have a 'design flaw' where the human's arms can move about.
>You usually try and get into one of those.
>Reaching up and locking them to the seat so you can tongue-fuck more orgasms out of them than they expected is always a treat.
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>Two anthros fall prey to your tactics and practiced tongue.
>The first was a grey furred canine with a bit of feral blood in her if her cookie was anything to go by.
>She made an adorable whine as when you edged her to her third.
>Next up was a large reptile, probably a crocodile or alligator if the deep rumble she made was any indication.
>You get pulled out with about 20 minutes left on your shift, if your clock is correct.
>Some kid decided that he wanted to try out the sauna, for a 4 hour shift.
>Either he's a complete dumbass or he wrote the wrong number.
>You go to educate him and, unfortunately, he's a dumbass who thinks himself invincible.
>Hell, you can barely stand 2 hours in the sauna and you've one of the guys who has been working here the longest.
>You demonstrate to him how to use one of the gaming chairs, as they're the easiest to get used to.
>As you're doing that, you rewrite his '4' into a '1' and learn that his friends dared him into it.
>Kid needs to find better friends.
>Or at least friends who won't get him to sweat himself to death under an anthro's ass.
>Once you get to the locker room, you tell him to strip.
>He's resistant because there's at least 3 anthros hungrily staring him down.
"You're not allowed in the sauna unless you're naked, company policy. There's some employee lockers over here you can use."
>He begins to slowly strip, but you one-up him by doing an 'accidental' striptease.
>Now that you're both in only your skins, you take him into the sauna and show him how to lock himself in it.
"Last chance to back out, once I lock you in you're not getting out."
>He tells you to do it and you lock him in for an hour.
>Normally, you'd get one of the more 'gentle' anthro regulars to ease in a new guy, but this kid hasn't wanted leniency thus far, he probably doesn't want it now.
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>You help out the bartender for the next 50 minutes.
>By help out, you mean subtly flirt with the anthro patrons while giving them drinks.
>Such as petting their hand as you give them their drink;
>Randomly giving discounts to girls as you call them cute;
>Stating that there's a fly on their head and you reach to pet it off;
>And so on.
>Ten minutes after that you wait outside the sauna and watch the clock.
>As if on cue comes a panicking, naked tigress clutching the limp body of the kid.
>He looks visibly dehydrated, you know what to look for.
>He's not the first to overestimate how long you can stay in the sauna.
>Preparing your tone of faux authority you instruct her:
"He needs water, take him to one of the cuddling rooms and get some water. Make him drink the water slowly, a mouthful every minute or two."
>She's still panicked, but now she's panicked with a set of instructions to follow and she darts off to execute them.
>You suppress a snicker as she runs out the door nude, but smile at her concern.
>You make the mistake of sitting on one of the benches, there's not a guy under it, but you soon find an anthro in your lap.
>Her cheeky smirk is plain enough to you even if you can't see her face.
>Reaching a hand up to fondle and pet and the other below to line up, you feel her eagerness drool down.
>Once you're all nicely lined up, she slams herself down with enough force to knock the wind out of you.
>Ah, you know her type very well, let's see how well she stands up to your trickery.
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>You leave her sprawled across the tile, occasionally twitching.
>She had two of your loads pumped into her, the first was gotten with her own aggression which you enflamed with taunts and teases.
>Once she was spent you got her on her back as you pet her and switched between whispering sweet words in her ear and kissing.
>She'd melted at that.
>Now, you'll go to the gaming section, lotta girls in need of some love over there.
>Goddamn do you love your job.