My normal day starts out with waking up at around 8 or 9 o'clock. Then I start out with stretches, to get ready for my work day. After about an hour I start cooking breakfast. This morning I feel like eating an omelet with some ham and cheese. I usually season it to smell. While I eat my breakfast I check my schedule, I don't usually do breakfast dates. 
After a quick shower I can take a couple clients starting around 11 o'clock. The first one today is a young, shy stallion. Tall, thin, with black hair and brown eyes. He would be harder to crack, and need some—okay a lot of—help. 
I invite him in, wearing low cut jeans and a halter top. He can't seem to keep his eyes on me, almost as if he is ashamed of being here. I love men, but when they don't pay proper attention to me, I get a little frustrated. I tell him to have a set and he sits at the bar of my kitchen. 
I begin by giving him soft touches. Shoulders, neck, then face. When he finally makes eye contact, I smile and lean in for a kiss. When he doesn't resist, I kiss him deeply. 
He is still timid but I work my tongue into his mouth slowly, drawing movement out of him. I let his hands wonder. They land on my hips and I move closer, breaking the kiss as I twine my fingers through his thick hair and lift my head to his ear, giving it a nibble. He shudders and I feel him harden in his jeans. 
Letting my hands run down the back of his neck, down his shoulders, over his chest and finally to the button of his pants, I open them. He hesitates but I have the “reins” now. Spreading open his jeans, I pull down his boxers and carefully pull out his cock. Looking up at him, I see his eyes closed, a blush tinting the fur on his cheeks. Flicking my rough tongue out, I line the underside of his cock with saliva. He let out a great breath on a hard shudder. 
Now, every man has a weakness when it comes to their penis. True, you only have to touch it to get him going, but there's a particular spot you can hit that will bring in to the brink. It only takes a little exploring for me to find it just under the ridge of his flare. He cries out loudly, shaking hard, making the chair chatter against the tile. I open my mouth over the head of him and stroke his long shaft, rubbing my thumb over his spot. 
Jets of hot come hit my face and the roof of my mouth. To minimize the mess, I close my mouth over his tip and suck down his cum, milking him by stroking slowly along his shaft.
He still has the rest of the hour so I work him up again and bring him to the guest bed—I never bring a man to the bed I sleep in. He removes his clothes just fine, helping me out of mine, he's more aggressive now. It seems behind that shy exterior is a rough man who takes the lead. Pushing me down to the bed, he mounts me, my legs resting against his hips. He grabs my hips and pushes into me, letting out a groan on a hard shudder. I believe I just took his virginity. 
After working himself out inside me, he cums over my stomach and breasts. He has pretty good stamina and fills the hour with another round, this one slower, exploring my body to the fullest. When he leaves, I give him a kiss on the cheek and lock my door after him. I let myself have a half hour break between clients when I can wash up and get myself ready for the next man.
This one is a rather over-weight mouse in his late forties. I feel the heavier men try harder, which I enjoy. He likes me in a school girl outfit with pig tails so I put my hair up, having not needing to wash it from the stallion, it's an easier task. Looking at myself in the mirror, I shorten the skirt a bit, tugging at one of the stockings to pull it a bit higher.
My door bell rings and I go to answer it. It is Mr. George. I don't care about last names, they don't matter to me. He barely gets into my house when he pins me to the wall and shoves my panties out of the way. He works a condom on and shoves himself inside me. I moan with sheer excitement of it. I love being fucked against the wall and for a fat man, he's pretty good at holding me up as he works himself off inside of me.
His panting is in my ear as he fucks me over the counter—thank God for Clorox wipes—his whispers of how much he needed this because his wife is such a prude. Our hour ends fifteen minutes early so I enjoy an extended lunch before my next client, another regular. 
Mr. Thomas is twenty-something tom-cat with a minor problem. Only slightly smaller than the average, he tries to over compensate by making me come at least three times during our hour together. He's pretty good with his fingers, I'll give him that. I invite him in wearing only my robe. Wasting no formalities, I let him pick me up and carry me to my couch. Sitting with my ass hanging off the couch slightly, his fingers work me off for the first round, spurts of cum running over his arm. 
Then he's inside my still contracting pussy, his cock rock hard. He pounds away, his strong fingers digging into my hips, as he cums into the condom. With how hard he cums, how violently he pounds into me, I cum again. 
Panting, I tell him I need just a moment. I won't lie, I love how much attention he gives me, his hands running over my damp fur. He plays with my breasts as I come down from my last orgasm. My body doesn't have long to recover before he slips his fingers into my ass. I can't help but cry out. Then he flips my over and slips another finger in, working my ass. I cry out loudly, loving every thrust. Pulling his hand away, he shoves his cock into my ass. I grab at the cushion of the couch as I build up to another orgasm. 
He leaves me panting against the couch after filling my ass with cum, orgasms still rocking my body as he counts out his money and leaves. After a few minutes, I pick myself up and go to the bathroom. This time I let myself soak for almost an hour. No clients at least a couple hours before I head into The Zoo and start again with my clients there. 
I order dinner in, Wednesdays always leave me too tired to cook. The pizza arrives and I set my clock. Work for me starts around 6 o'clock and I like to take a nap before. I eat some pizza and stash it in the fridge. Flipping through channels, I fall asleep on the couch.
When the alarm goes off on my phone, it's 5 o'clock. I dress, do my hair, make-up and head out. Arriving at The Zoo, I go straight to the main office where Charles is. Charles is the manager of The Zoo, making sure that all the girls are safe and taken care of. I give him his cut and head to the dressing room. In my normal outfit of a halter top bra and tight booty shorts with a zipper detail down the front, a g-string and thigh-high stilettos, I hit the floor. After an hour, I have a client paying for my company. A strapping young bear on his bachelor’s party takes me to the back room and we fuck against one of the walls of a VIP booth. 
After we finish, it seems one of his friend's wants a private dance. A lap dance and strip tease later, I'm back on the floor showing my stuff without a top on. I take a couple shots to stay loose and work over a business type to have a little fun. He caves and we go to a VIP room. Though, it's not what I thought it might be. He rims my ass for about ten minutes before ejaculating on my back. 
A quick shower lands me around 9 o'clock when I get a phone call. 
My heart skips a beat when I see who it is. There is only one man that can make my heart short out like that. One man that... I may very well be falling in love with... 
Jordan Waterbury... 
Biting my lip, I answer his call. His voice is soothing after a long day and he wants to meet me for the evening. I, of course, accept. I head home and change into a tight red number with thigh-high black stockings with lace and strappy heals. I meet him for a late dinner with plenty of flirting and a little business. Then he brought up a subject that worries me the most. He's asked me a couple times before to help him with taking down a few “loose ends” as he puts it. I'm supposed to find a way to get close to a Misty Ivy. I'm not exactly sure how I should do it... But I shrug it off as usual. 
After dinner we go to a motel he likes to rent and he starts undressing me. He leaves my heals and stockings on and takes me on the bed. Pressing his cock inside me, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, making me shudder. I feel a rush as he brings me to climax quickly. My nails rake down his back as he continues to move inside me. He presses my legs up against my chest so that my ass is slightly raised and pounds into me. He cries out a bit and cums inside me, I climax again, panting hard as my body shakes, covered in sweat. He lays next to me and I can't help but stare at his face. Worry lines could be seen in the fur of his forehead and all I want to do is smooth them away. I get up onto my elbow and lean over him, kissing his cheekbone. His eyes open and the deep, pale blue sends shivers through me. Something in the back of my mind made my stomach clench.
He grabbed me and pressed me down onto his growing cock. I let my mind stop and just enjoy the feeling. I down myself in him.