An Unordinary Job 4
A story by a nameless wolf.
	Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains a purely fictional relationship between an adult and a minor and other illegal acts.  If this sort of thing offends you, don't read this story.  If this sort of thing interests you, please enjoy.
Tags: Teenager, M/M, Underage, Generation Gap, Molestation, Stripping, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Cum, Prostitution, Wolf, Cat
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	Scott rolled over in his bed and looked up at the ceiling.  It had been two days since he and Rick hooked up in the motel room, and most of yesterday he spent nursing his hellish hangover.  The teenage wolf took a deep breath and sighed.  He still had mixed feelings about the whole experience.  It was great being able to let loose with Rick and talk more, and it was even better getting his ass pounded by the big badger's cock, but the fact that he couldn't remember most of it had him really down.  The young wolf's bed sheet started tenting as he did his best to recall the experience.  Rick's note said the badger came in his ass three times that night.  Scott had to admit, that did give him a pretty smug sense of pride.
	Up until now, he'd never really been anyone's idea of a sexual fantasy.  He was just a skinny, nerdy, quiet kid who went to school in sci-fi T-shirts and sat in the back of class.  But after meeting Rick, his whole world had changed.  Now there was someone who wanted him, who lusted after him.  Hell, not just Rick, the badger had told him that videos and pictures of him were in high demand.  For the first time ever, Scott felt proud of his body.  He felt sexy.
	The wolf reached down under his blankets and wrapped a paw around his stiff cock, starting to stroke himself slowly.  He thought about stripping for the badger, letting him take all those pictures.  He thought about the money Rick had thrown down at him on the bed, and how naughty it made him feel to be used like that.  Scott gasped and closed his eyes, stroking faster underneath the sheet.  Then he began to fantasize what it must have been like after he passed out.  Him, being a horny little fuck toy, ready to do anything.  Rick, being a big strong daddy that stuffed his ass and claimed it with his cum.  Scott stroked faster and rubbed his balls, so incredibly turned on by the idea that he didn't even notice when his door swung open and his mom came walking in holding a basket of laundry.
	"Whoop!  Sorry sweetie!" she immediately turned about and hid her eyes.
	"Mom!!  What the hell!"  The wolf blushed hard and wrapped the bed sheets tightly around himself, covering his nudity.  "Could you freaking knock??"  he yelled back at the door.
	"I did knock, Scotty.  Besides, aren't you supposed to be working today?" she answered back from the other side of the door, sounding annoyed.
	"No mom, it's Sunday, I never work on..." he paused a moment.  Actually, that might be the perfect excuse.  "Oh no wait, you're right.  I uh, we starting opening up weekend shifts recently.  For overtime.  I forgot, uh, thanks mom." he shuffled up to his feet, keeping the bed sheets wrapped around him.
	"It's not good to be late for work Scott!"
	"I know mom, I'm not late, the weekend shifts uh, they have different hours.  The pay is really good though."
	"Okay, just be sure you put your dirty laundry downstairs before you go.  It smells like a locker room in here." Scott's mother's voice began trailing off as she walked down the hall.
	Scott groaned and shuffled over to the door, shutting it firmly.  His hardon would have to wait.  When Rick left him in the hotel room, he also gave him an address.  The note said to say he was there to take care of a laptop, but knowing Rick, this was no ordinary computer repair job.  However Scott didn't have any idea what it could really be.  The teenage wolf got dressed and ran a comb through his matted headfur as he did every morning.  He put on the same pocket tee-shirt and cargo shorts he would usually wear for work.  After all, this could just be an ordinary job and the badger was leading him on.  That would actually be pretty disappointing, but who knows.  Scott grabbed his tools and trotted downstairs and out to his car parked in the street.
	"1324 Black Cherry road.  That's in the industrial district I think." Scott said to himself, looking at the address Rick gave him and adjusting his mirrors.  It wasn't unusual for him to have repair jobs in that area.  After all, factories and shipping warehouses had computers too.  The whole way over he kept speculating what it could be that Rick had in store.  Maybe it was his photo studio and he wanted to take more pictures, maybe it was just a quiet warehouse where they could fuck, or maybe Rick wanted him to meet someone else.
	When Scott eventually pulled up to the building, it was fairly non-descript.  There was no sign out front other than the address plate, and all the windows were narrow openings two stories above the ground.  It had the appearance of nothing more than a simple factory, the kind where they make nuts and bolts.  The door was large and heavy, and had no windows except for a small slot near the top.  Nervously, the young wolf approached the door and knocked, as there was no doorbell to be found either.  Almost immediately he heard the sound of sliding metal and the door slot opened up.  Scott could see a pair of yellow eyes on dark fur peering from the other side, but the figure didn't say anything.
	"Um, hi, I think I have the right address.  Rick sent me to fix a laptop?" he said, looking back through the slot.  There was silence for a few moments and the eyes on the other side of the door gave a confused look, but then it seemed to click and he heard a low chuckle as the entire door started to slide open.  The young wolf stepped inside and looked around.  It was a small entry room, still fairly dingy, as you'd expect from a building like this, and there was a reception counter on the right wall with thick bars over the window.  He turned around and saw the large black figure who'd greeted him.  It was a tall, tightly muscled black panther with even tighter black clothing and a golden earring hanging from the tip of his pointed left ear.  Scott couldn't help but blush.
	"Jackie, dis one's 'ere to fix'a laptop, hah hah." he called loudly toward the barred window, speaking in a thick Caribbean accent.
	"Oye, laptop is it?" a cockney British accent replied from around the corner of the window, although Scott couldn't see who it came from.  "Send 'im on back then, I've gotta nice jolly laptop wot needs fixin'."
	"Dis way." the panther pat him on the shoulder and walked past.  His paw was strong and very firm.  He had to be a bouncer of some kind.  But a bouncer for what?  It was a question Scott didn't have to wait long to answer, as the moment the panther opened the second door it became quite evident.  The door opened to a large domed room, made out to look like a roman bath house, with large marble columns and smooth tiled floors and walls.  It was really quite detailed and beautiful.  But more than the architecture, it was the inhabitants that caught Scott's attention.  There were nearly a dozen strong, handsome men inside, with steam from the hot bath water rising through the air and condensation dripping over their bare fur.  A few wore white towels wrapped around their waist, but most were completely naked and clearly unashamed of it.  This was a gay bath house.  Rick had sent him to fix a computer at a gay bath house.
	They didn't seem to pay Scott much attention as he and the black panther walked through the door, except for a broad shouldered grey rhino that gave him a wink, a massive veiny cock sticking up between his legs.  The wolf blushed deeply and averted his eyes, staring down at his footpaws as he followed the panther.  He was led just around the corner to another door that opened back into the room that was on the other side of the barred window.
	The panther closed the door behind him and left Scott alone, standing by the doorway feeling particularly small.  The room was an office, fairly modest in size, although fairly unkempt with binders and unfiled papers strewn about.  Down at the other end of the room was an orange and black striped tabby cat, dressed in an untucked button up shirt with a red tie, and brown dress slacks.  "Come in, come in, don't be timid now.  Ain't gonna get far tuckin' yor tail like'at.  Name's Downy, and no it ain't cuz I'm good on my knees.  Though I am."
	"Um sorry, I was just, um..." he stuttered, lifting his head up and walking further into the room, carrying his tools.  "Rick sent me, he said you had a lapto..."
	"Rick!  Ole' badger Rick, how is that ole' rump smacker, ehy?" Downy interrupted.  "Still makin' those kiddie flicks?  Gol!  If I had a tuppence for e'ry nut I've cracked on account a that ole' blighter." he laughed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it in his muzzle as he sat forward.  Scott blushed in response, remembering the time he'd had with Rick and Danny, the little border collie pup who role-played as his brother.  "Always a good sot, that Rick.  So yea, laptop, come on over here." he beckoned, raising an eyebrow and looking Scott over from head to toe as he approached.  "But I bet by now, smart sot like you's gone n' figured out there ain't no broken laptop 'ere." Downy took a puff from his cigarette, blowing it at Scott and leaning back again in his chair.  "We use that, what's it, MacAffee virus scanner."
	Scott wrinkled his nose, partially from the cigarette smoke and partially from the mention of an inferior antivirus software.  "Actually MacAffee is..." he started to correct the tabby cat, but was quickly interrupted again.
	"Look kid, I trust Rick, he's brought me good stock before.  This ain't no repair job, this 'ere's a job interview.  That ole' badger's word goes a long way, but not all the way.  You wanna go the rest of the way?  We do this my way." he said, loosening his tie and looking quite proud of himself, as if his 'my way' speech was a clever joke.  He started unbuttoning his shirt after pulling off his loose red necktie.
	"Woah, wait, I don't know about, I mean, why would I want to work here?  Isn't this illegal?" Scott backed up a bit, looking increasingly nervous.  Downy stopped unbuttoning his shirt and looked back up at the young wolf, raising an eyebrow.  He shifted the cigarette from one side of his muzzle to the other, just as a slender young white mouse came up to the other side of the counter.
	"Hey Downy boy, checkin' out for today." the mouse spoke in a high, lispy voice.
	"Why you wanna work 'ere?" Downy repeated Scott's question standing up and wagging a finger at the wolf pup.  "This is why you wanna work 'ere."  The cat turned to look at the white mouse, then padded over to a large steel safe embedded in the wall.
	"Oh, fresh meat, Downy boy?" the mouse asked, nodding at Scott through the barred window.
	"Maybe, dunno if he'll pass the test." the cat replied, pulling out two large bound stacks of bills from the safe and setting them on the counter.  They looked like stacks of 20's.  He closed and locked the safe again, picking up the stacks of money and handing them to the white mouse.  Scott's jaw nearly dropped.  That was easily two thousand dollars.
	The mouse picked up the stacks of money and stuffed them into his backpack.  "Thanks babe, I'll see you tomorrow!" he said, waving to the tabby cat.  "Walk me to my car, sweetie?" he said, turning to look up at the large black panther, who nodded and smiled, following the white mouse out the door.
	Downy walked back over to his chair and sad down with a sprawl, ashing his cigarette in the air.  "Two G's, that's a week's pay if you do right to earn your keep.  And that's not including tips."  He said, nodding affirmatively back at Scott.  The wolf was doing quick math in his head, two thousand dollars a week, if he was working 40 hours a week that's fifty dollars an hour!  Over six figures a year!  He could do it, for that kind of money he could do it.  It wasn't so wrong to sell your body, was it?  He already did those pictures for Rick, this was the next logical step.
	"What about diseases, STDs?" Scott asked.  He couldn't believe he was actually considering this.
	The cat sighed, as if that was a stupid question.  "We test all our clients and staff on a weekly basis.  Anyone tests positive we don't let 'em in until they're treated.  You get free healthcare, vacation days, and all the cock you could stuff in whatever hole pleases ya."
	Scott swallowed heavily, looking down at the computer tools in his paws.  He could feel his heart beating, fast and loud.  This was a now or never moment.  He could have his car paid off in a month, build a brand new computer, hell, he could probably afford to move out of his mom's house.  If he didn't say yes, he'd always wonder what could have been.
	"I'll do it." Scott nodded, looking back up at Downy.  "I'll take the job."
	The tabby cat smiled, undoing the last button on his shirt and pulling it off.  "I didn't say you had the job yet lil' pup.  This is still an interview.  Let's see if you're cut out for it."   The cat started unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down and leaving them down around his ankles.  He grabbed his slowly swelling cock in one paw as he looked back at Scott.
	What now?  Was he supposed to... service the cat?  Of course he was, stupid question, this job doesn't pay so well because you stand around and stare at naked guys all day.  Scott set down his things and approached the tabby cat, getting down on his knees between the cat's legs and licking his lips as he stared at Downy's member.  He took a deep breath, then leaned forward and wrapped his muzzle around the tip of the cat's cock.  Downy leaned back, rubbing his own balls with his paw and letting out a soft moan.  Scott went down further, taking Downy's whole shaft in his muzzle and licking back up slowly, treating every vein and ridge like a tasty lollipop.  He began going a bit faster, flicking his agile young tongue at the head of Downy's dick every time he came up for air.  The tabby cat groaned and began thrusting his hips back against Scott's muzzle, eager to stuff his cock down the pup's young throat.
	After a few minutes, he put his paw on Scott's shoulder and pushed him back, looking down at the canine between his legs.  "You always suck cock with your clothes on pup?  I want to see the goods, show me what I'm workin' with." he said, nodding as he instructed.
	Scott nodded back, standing up and pulling off his pocket tee-shirt and exposing his bare upper body.  Downy nodded approvingly and stroked his cock.  Scott undid his cargo shorts a little slower.  Taking the time to let Downy watch and wonder as he slowly lowered the waistline.  When he finally dropped his shorts all the way to the floor, only the tip of his teenage wolfhood was poking out from the top of his tight white briefs.  He rubbed himself through the thin cloth, letting out a soft moan as he put on a little show for the tabby cat.  Then he turned around, showing off his rump and lifting his tail as he dropped his underwear all the way to the ground as well, stepping out of it and looking back over his shoulder.
	Downy was baring his teeth and stroking his cock much faster now.  "Oooh fuck yeah pup, spread those cheeks for me." he said, leaning his head back and groaning.  Scott obliged, grabbing his rump with both paws and spreading his ass cheeks for the cat, letting his tight pink tailhole display prominently.  "That's right little pup, you just want a nice fat cock deep inside, don'cha?" he said vulgarly, shifting in his chair as he continued to stroke himself.
	"Yes sir, I need it!" Scott called back over his shoulder, flicking his tail invitingly as he stepped back a bit closer to the furiously masturbating cat.  That little tease was all it took, as Downy rose from his chair and put a strong paw down on Scott's young back, pushing him down against a desk and knocking a big pile of binders and papers out of the way.  The clattering sound they made was soon joined by a loud moan from Scott's young muzzle as Downy shoved his hungry feline cock deep into the pup's tight rear end.  It would have hurt a bit more, but fortunately Scott had been playing with his dildos the past couple days and he was able to adjust without too much pain.
	The cat hammered him over and over, gripping Scott's hips and groaning with each thrust.  The wolf's own teenage cock bounced and throbbed below him, pre-cum leaking all over the desk and papers.  Downy wasn't quite as satisfying as the nice hard ride Rick had given him, but he could certainly get used to this kind of treatment on a daily basis.  Scott groaned along with the tabby cat, waiting until the cat's voice got higher and he could feel the feline's cock begin to spasm.   Unable to take any more as he lost his load on the desk below and clenched his ass hard, the tight grip of his canine rump made the cat scream in pleasure as he filled Scott's eager teenage tailhole with ribbons of his hot, sticky seed.  The wolf took a few more solid thrusts in the behind as Downy emptied his nuts and finished having his way, then pulled his cock out and gave the pup's rump a hard smack with his paw.
	"Well fuck." he said, breathing heavily and lighting up another cigarette.  "You're fuckin' hired."