Night Dragon -

I slammed my fifth shot down on the bar, looking over at the lemur sitting beside me. He looked at me, tapping a finger against the bar giving a huff. Flashing my teeth, my tail swayed behind me. He would be my eighth and final client for the day. Glancing over his body I saw his erection pressing against his loose shorts. "You got the cash?"

"It's in the room I rented, you almost ready?" His voice was filled with annoyance, I had taken my sweet time getting into the mindset to get him off. "Yea, come on, sweet cheeks." Taking my hand, he led me towards the private rooms.

Conversations hummed around the club, I couldn't make out any particular conversation over the soft, sensual music. In the middle of the main event room, there was a stage. My favorite sub was on stage, getting tormented by their doms teasing. I couldn't help it when my feet stilled, my attention turning fully to the stage. "You coming? Or are you just going to watch what you could be doing?"

The deep raspy voice attached to my hand made my ears tilt back. That's the moment I heard a familiar voice over the noise of the crowd. "Do any of you know who that lovely panther is?" I knew everything there was to know about them, at least as far as their stage performances went. Hesitating, I looked over at the man who had me in tow. "I'll meet you there, I need a moment to talk to an old friend."

Slim was not an old friend. I'd never talked with him before, but I was familiar with his status within the club. I had been looking for a moment when he wasn't on stage, or yelling at someone for looking at him the wrong way. "Don't be too long, I've already spent the last hour waiting for you to get your shit together." Letting go of my hand, he went down the hall to the left of the stage. I'd be able to find him by his scent alone.

"I try to keep tabs on my own pets, my dears, sometimes new talent isn't always my top priority. What can you tell me about them?" Slims sharp tone caused an uncomfortable silence. The wolves he was speaking with had stilled, one even had his tail tucked. Stumbling, I shoved my way through the small pack, ignoring the growls and glares pointed in my direction.

My words, despite me focusing, were slurred. "Jinx is a switch, they love to be fucked while tied up. They also enjoy fucking while someone else is tied up." Slim's gaze fell on me. He almost had to lean down to get a good look at me. His lips pursed as he gave me the once over I was used to. His eyes were filled with desire, not unlike the ones focused up on the stage. "I'd like to know more, would you like to sit?"

My heart had stumbled in my chest. I managed a smirk with a slight nod and took his hand, leading him to a booth on the opposite side of the club, still in view of the stage. That lemur would just have to wait if he wanted me to fuck him. I slid into my seat across from Slim, leaning my head in my hand, taking the chance to subtly look over the man of the hour.

"I'm Cam, long time patron of your shows. I've been watching Jinx for a few months, they are mesmerizing, aren't they?" Slims eyes narrowed, not breaking his eye contact as he studied my face. My heart picked up again, my sheath already throbbing. "Indeed, do you know if they're oozing for employment?" Slims question took me off guard, I wasn't expecting him to be so direct. "I couldn't imagine they are. They seem to be doing well, they have the same dom with them every performance. They've been on stage here for a couple months now. I've seen them switch places with him on occasion, that's when they really draw in the crowds."

Slims' jaw ticked, he seemed frustrated by my response. He wanted information, but it wasn't what he was looking for. "I see, and do you know who I am, Mr. Observant?"

Did I know who he was? What kind of question was that? Anyone who had been at the club longer than a day knew who Slim was. "Oh, do I know you? You mean the most feared, and loved, pimp in this club? The only human that dares to enter Gloria's club? Yes, I know you. How did you sweet talk Gloria into letting you in, in the first place?" It was odd, Night Dragon had a no humans rule, Slim was an exception to the rule. "She owed me a favor, not that it's any of your business."

I'd only met Gloria once, she was a kind dragon that always kept her word. She owned the club, anyone here, was here under her approval. She was purple in the sun, but jet black in any other lighting, hence the name Night Dragon. No one messed with Gloria, although she was kind, she also had a no bullshit policy.

Their deal meant nothing to me, I didn't stick my nose where it didn't belong, unless it could benefit me. Getting up, I slid myself over Slim's lap, pressing my back up against the wall, my legs draped over his. "I really don't care, I'm glad she let you in. You're the most interesting, dark and handsome thing that has happened to this club since V."

My mind was firmly focused on the man under my legs. I was able to see his hair tied back in a neat pony, his suit screamed power. He smelled of pine and cinnamon, I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. A hand landed on my thigh, stroking my fur in slow circles, making my breath come faster. It was hard to think, until he spoke again.

"I put V out of business by only employing the best, my boys perform. Her girls? They just sounded... fake." I leaned my head back on the wall, fidgeting with my tail trying to regain some of my composure. I'd done this hundreds of times, so why was my stomach flipping around inside me?

Get your shit together, Cam. "True, your boys make everyone forget they can't have them." I smiled, only to have Slim turn his attention towards the stage. I narrowed my eyes, wanting to regain his attention. I slid a foot up his leg, slowly circling the growing bulge forming beneath his pants. His head tilted back, and I swear I saw his lips silently say, "Oh, fuck."

My eyes wandered to the stage as I mindlessly teased Slim. Jinx was suspended in ropes, face down. The large fox had started to tease their pussy with his cock, murmuring some compliments in their ear, his fur was lighter than mine, and I was sure he would tower over me given the chance. I understood all too well why Slim was focused on the stage, it was hard not to watch the elegant way those two worked together.

"Cam," I broke away from the scene playing out in front of us to look at Slim, "would you be a doll, and get me something to drink." I didn't want to leave, I was enjoying myself far too much, but I didn't want to disappoint him by not doing something so trivial. I flashed him a smile, and whispered in his ear, "Yes, Sir." It was obvious, by the way he shivered, that he enjoyed the title.

As I slipped away, swaying my ass as I walked, I couldn't get images of Slim fucking me out of my head. My sheath ached with need, but I wasn't going to give in to my body's whims. Slim was a power house, it was possible, if I won his favor, I wouldn't have to work the streets anymore. I had to please him, and ignore my own needs, so I could climb the ladder into a better life.

Approaching the bar, I asked for two whiskeys, before hurrying back to the table. Slim had his eyes closed, the dim lighting shining off of his pale skin. He looked as if he was enjoying something naughty. Perfect. I set our drinks on the table, "Well, baby," I slid back over his lap, "you look like someone in need of some attention." His smile sent chills down my back, he picked up his drink. "Indeed, first though," downing his whole drink before slamming the glass on the table, his demeanor changed. He grabbed my snout with a vice grip, pulling me so close that I could smell the fresh whiskey on his breath.

"You don't belong to me, I need to know you'll be... discreet, you can't share tonight with anyone." His voice was hushed, and full of venom. I knew very well he meant business, but I didn't feel scared, my heart raced. "Who, me?" I gave him a flirtatious smile, pressing through his hand I licked him just under his ear, keeping my voice hushed. "I'll do and say whatever you want me to, baby." There were limitations to that statement, but I wasn't bothered with the logistics at this moment. I just wanted to see what was hiding under the tent pitched in the crotch of his pants.

My hand slid over his lap, feeling his hidden excitement. It sent a thrill through my body to feel the effect I was having on him. His face was emotionless, though his sigh said everything I needed to know. My ears were perked as I watched him turn his gaze back to the stage. I slipped his cock out of his pants, my eyes looking up and down the length. It was different from my own, this wasn't my first time with a human, but it was my first time being able to take my time and observe. I worked my hands teasingly slow, wanting to feel every vein and bump. Slims breath had picked up, swishing my tail in delight I picked up my dauntingly slow pace, briefly brushing my fingers across his tip.

I noticed the sharp intake of breath, hearing the fight in his chest to keep his moans to himself. It must have been too much for him to take, or I was just moving too slowly, because his hand rested on the back of my head, fingers interlocked with my hair, and pushed down. I'd been in this situation enough times to know that signal. To give my torso room, I scooted my ass all the way until I felt the wall press firmly against it. Positioning myself perfectly, I leaned down and licked all the way up the length of his cock. The hand on the back of my head clutched my hair in a fist, I knew slim wanted to be discreet, so I held my own groan in.

Swishing my tail, I adjusted my positioning to help ease the uncomfortable pulsing as my own cock extended under my shorts. Now was not the time, I planned on heading out as soon as this was over. I focused instead on what was important, my tongue wrapped around Slims length and picked up the pace. My ears perked at the whisper of moans coming from him, I hoped he would let me finish him off. Feeling his cock twitch in my mouth, I knew he was close. As if to confirm, his hips started bucking into my mouth. As he bucked up, I pushed my head down to complete the thrust.

As soon as I started to taste his pre-cum, he held my head down to the base of his cock. My muzzle easily accommodated his stiff length, my tongue working around his base. When I swallowed on his cock, Slim gasped, and as I was about to swallow again he came right down my throat. His nails dug into the back of my head, no longer gripping my hair. He let out a sigh before releasing me.

I popped up and licked my lips, giving Slim a toothy grin, waiting for him to have enough breath to speak. By the euphoric look on his face I could tell he'd enjoyed himself.

Another satisfied customer, except he wasn't a customer. Why was I so insistent on impressing him with my skills? I guess a part of me took pride in the work, wanting them to spread the word about my skill. It wasn't very often I serviced someone with the power he held. I wasn't sure if I really wanted his attention, or if I really just wanted to show off my skill to someone that mattered.

My attention snapped back to Slim as he spoke. "You know how to suck a dick, that's for fucking sure." I let my tongue hang out, my mind was buzzing and I needed a fix, but I played it like I was catching my own breath. My tongue was still covered in his cum, so I took my drink and sipped it, hoping it would wash the taste of regret out of my mouth. I didn't regret what I'd done, I regretted how fast we moved through our first meeting. I wanted to get to know him first, the real him, but I was so desperate to be noticed.

I ran my free hand over my ears and looked over at him. A smirk played at my lips as I let myself focus on how sexy he looked, a man in power, breathless, because I was just that good. "It was really nice meeting you, finally." He had no clue exactly how long I'd wanted to talk with him, though this was definitely more entertaining than just talking. "But, I have to go, there are a few things I need to deal with in the real world." I watch Slim raise a brow, he wasn't expecting that. God I needed a fix. I managed a laugh at his surprised expression and kissed his cheek. "I'll probably be back tomorrow if you need company again, see you around!"

I hopped over his lap and slid out of the booth, stumbling as I felt the usual withdrawal hit me. I tried my hardest to go longer between each time I took a hit, a bump, or a pill, but my high was fleeting and I needed desperately to escape.