A Night’s Pay

	He hates it. He hates having to use his body in order to make money, but ran out of options. For a year and a half he’s been out of work. He did his best to get another job, but there’s nothing available. Years of going to school down the drain all because of the economy and his age. Being twenty-five means he doesn’t have the experience that’s required for a career in his field. All he has is knowledge, and the only way he’ll get any damn experience is if he finds a job in the field he went to school for. Something he doesn’t see happening anytime soon. The jobs he did get were either seasonal or through a temp agency, and they only lasted for a month to a couple of years. None of which helped him get any closer in becoming an accountant. Things were okay until his unemployment ran out six months ago. A month later he made the decision to use his body to make money. Every night he promises himself he’ll stop, but the next evening he’s back at his usual spot. At this rate the cycle may never end.
	His name is John and he’s a six foot two inch tall Siberian Husky. He’s thin. His fur color is simple: reddish brown and white. His eyes stand out the most. They’re as blue as the sky, and it’s the one thing that got a lot of canines of both sex to take notice. Throughout his teens he considered himself bi, but by his senior year in high school he realized he’s more attracted to the male body then female. John didn’t come out of the closet until his college years, and by then he found his first lover: another Siberian Husky he knows as Jupiter. A year after graduating from the University of Washington they moved into a studio apartment. Jupiter has a full time job, but he’s worried it’ll come to an end at anytime. The company he works for isn’t doing too well. John did tell his partner what he’s been doing, and knows he hates him for doing it, but understands why. To his surprise their relationship becomes stronger every day they’re together.	Within an hour John is at Pack Highway. There’s already a good amount of choices wondering the streets, and it’s only ten in the evening. The Siberian Husky’s clothes reveals enough to attract attention, but it doesn’t say he’s desperate. The amount he asks for isn’t a lot. Fifteen for a suck with an additional five for a swallow, twenty for a fuck, thirty for a suck and fuck, forty for a double team, and a hundred for a sex party. So far no costumer has taken him up on his one hundred dollar special, but he has been double teamed twice. For the last couple of weeks he thought about offering an all-nighter for two hundred, but hasn’t gone through with it. Getting into a car is risky enough, but going to a motel room can be just as dangerous. Losing his life is the main reason why he wishes he could quit, and he would if the money wasn’t great.
	John’s heart begins to pound against his chest as a car stops in front of him, and looks through the window. He recognizes the canine from a week ago. The Siberian Husky looks around as he climbs in. In the driver’s seat is a German Shepherd. He takes a couple of deep breathes, but those do little to calm his nerves down. He may never get use to climbing into somebody’s car. John licks his teeth when the German Shepherd pulls into an empty parking lot, and tells him what he wants while unzipping his pants. Oral.
	He sticks his snout in the German Shepherd’s crotch, and licks his manhood. He flinches when the dog begins to massage the back of his neck. John hates it when his costumers touch him, but there’s nothing he can do or say to stop them. Soon the German Shepherd becomes hard. John licks the dog’s cock a couple of times before engulfing it. He manages to slide his right hand between his costumer’s thighs, and rubs his fingers alongside his crack. The German Shepherd squirms and growls in pleasure. The Siberian Husky sure does know how to make a dog enjoy a blowjob. John closes his eyes the moment he tastes pre-cum.
	John pushes his tongue against the German Shepherd’s cock as hard as he can while doing his thing, and his costumer seems to be enjoying it. The dog must be holding it back. John can feel the cock throbbing, but so far the only thing he tastes is pre-cum. The Siberian Husky continues to do his thing. There’s nothing else he can do. He yelps when the dog shaves his cock into his throat, and manages not to scrape. He learned the hard way on why he shouldn’t use his teeth.
	Without warning a large load of warm semen rushes into the back of his throat. John manages to swallow without gagging. For a second time the German Shepherd shoves his cock into his throat and explodes. The Siberian Husky tries to prevent the cum from coming back up, but the amount that’s going down is too much. He begins to gag as more cum enters his mouth. It isn’t the first time he had to gulp down a large amount of semen, but it’s rare for his costumers to shove their cocks into his throat. Somehow John manages to send the last bit of the German Shepherd’s seed down his throat without any of it coming back up. He closes his eyes ready for more but nothing happens. His costumer lets go of the back of his head. The Siberian Husky licks the dog’s cock clean before slowly sitting up, and wipes his jaws dry. They’re both out of breath. John rubs his throat and looks out the window as the German Shepherd drives him back to his spot. He receives thirty dollars. Twenty for the suck and swallow, and a ten dollar tip. John climbs out of the car and waves as the dog drives off. Until next time.
	He returns to his apartment at two in the morning, and finds his boyfriend sound asleep on their bed. John walks into the bathroom, closes the door, turns on the light and counts his money. He made over two hundred dollars, and all he did was oral. He’ll be able to take Jupiter out on an anniversary breakfast, and maybe even a gift. It’s the least he can do. The Siberian Husky looks in the mirror and sighs. He still can’t believe what he’s become. He looks at the amount of cash in his hands. All tens and twenties. John closes his eyes as he shuts off the light. Within twenty hours he’ll be back doing the thing he hates the most.