﻿They say that a lot can be achieved with a warm smile, a soft voice, and an almost-but-not-quite smug confidence. Just acting like you belong, be it at an event or in a social setting, unlocks a lot of possibilities. For Luca, in this case, it meant getting into an unexpectedly fancy nightclub. Not his usual terrain–especially not in the shadier part of town–even though he can’t quite help but shake the feeling that he’s been here before. Regardless, he wasn’t here to enjoy the nightlife of a secret society. No, the snow leopard was here with a clear goal in mind: Mentally map out the building, scope out any potential escape routes, and ensure the targeted gem is still there. Not for him, but for his clients. 
Luca never asked for details on the job, something he knew his client appreciated. Secrecy is key in his field, and if you can’t find blueprints, you’ll just have to go make one yourself. And so, he found himself wandering the edges of town, queuing up to blend in with the public, fraudulently forcing his way into ‘The Gilded Fort’. Supposedly, hidden deep within the bowels of the club, there was a precious gemstone. the target of his client. Not that it mattered much to Luca what it was, as long as it was still there, he’d be good.  
As he approached the front of the queue, Luca took a deep breath in. Cocky grin, relax your shoulders. The bouncer towered over the snep. He wore a fancy three-piece suit and reflective sunglasses, hiding most of his facial expression, but Luca could smell the adrenaline and unwillingness to fuck around on him. Straighten your spine. The polar bear held out his arm, expecting Luca to hand him something. The snow leopard reached into his back pocket, pulling out a little note, a sentence scribbled onto it. Luca didn’t quite remember what was written on the note, or where he got it. The details of the message on the note weren’t important anyway; all that mattered was getting in. Don’t break eye contact. For a second, his own posture shone back at him through the reflective glasses of the bear, into his own glasses. I look ridiculous. Despite a mild anxiety in the back of his head threatening to break the façade, his confidence refuses to falter. The bear gestures at the door with a small movement of his head. No words, but the message is clear. Luca nods and makes his way past the velvet rope curtains barely containing the yellow and purple neon lights in the doorway. 
The snep feels the surprising weight of the ropes being pushed away by his shoulder as his footpaws find the red carpet floor of the nightclub. The low rumbling bass of the club finds his ears before the higher frequencies can, held back by a single door to the left of the hallway, at the very end. Despite the absence of guests here, the pungent smell of alcohol in the carpet stings the snow leopard’s nose. On the right, a wardrobe, tended by an arctic fox who looked like he didn’t want to be there. The fox looks up from his phone when he sees Luca approaching, asking if he needs to store anything for him. Luca politely shakes his head. In case of emergency, a quick escape has no room for wardrobe visits, nor would he want to leave behind any evidence that could be traced back to him. He was theoretically trespassing now, after all.
Making a mental note of the wardrobe and the door to his left, he pushes through the hallway until he reaches the entrance to the club. The door swings open to reveal a decently crowded dancefloor, and Luca is immediately overwhelmed by the loud pounding of a set of four speakers blasting techno at a volume that was surely over the legal limits set by the city. The snow leopard feels the bass pumping through his body, but he pushes through the loudness and onto the floor. The first thing he sees is a bat with species-adjusted headphones standing on a slightly raised platform in front of some curtains. The bat stood behind a deck, DJ’ing the night away, lasers and spotlights swinging through the room seemingly at random intervals instead of synced to the music. A quick glance through the room revealed a bar on both sides of the hall, two employees on either side, serving drinks. No additional doors on either side. A significant portion of guests are dancing, a few are talking whilst leaning over the bar, and a few are shuffling around looking for a place to simply exist without getting bumped into every second by uncontrolled dance moves.
Moving gracefully and calculatedly through the dancefloor, Luca pushes to the front of the dancefloor, finding himself standing directly in front of the bat, leaning against barriers set up to separate the DJ stage from the crowd. He carefully slides to the left, getting closer to the speakers and flinching, trying to get a peek behind the curtain. Surely, if there are artists, there has to be a backstage, something he’d have to get inside as well. Luca finds himself leaning over the barriers, desperately trying to get a look around the curtains, to no avail. Then, almost as if fate itself shone upon the snep, the DJ let the song transition into silence as he announced the new artist to replace him. The bat steps away from the deck and walks towards the curtain on the other side of the railing, making room for a different musician–a German shepherd this time–on the stage. 
His eyes follow the bat until he’s no longer in sight, disappearing behind a door hidden by the massive red cloth. No big deal, he’s trained for this. Just act like you belong. The snow leopard once again pushes his way through the crowd until he’s roughly where the bat disappeared. He straightens his back again, carefully yet without hesitaton climbing over the fence, much to the dismay of the German Shepherd behind the deck. Before the dog can say anything, the Snow Leopard opens up his coat, revealing a fancy ID badge clipped on the inside of his suit. Without missing a beat, the DJ nods and returns to his music, and Luca slips behind the curtain, glancing over his shoulder to make sure none of the employees behind the bar notice him. Sure enough, behind the curtain, he finds a single door. The last unmapped room, as of right now. As his paws find the doorknob, he twists it to the left, opening it and gently pushing it inwards. 
The new room, undoubtedly the backstage area, is surprisingly quiet despite the massive speakers just behind the door and the curtain behind him. Some great soundproofing here. The smell of sweat from the dancing crowd and spilled alcohol is far less potent here, instead replaced with a faint smell of lavender. The same fancy red carpet as in the hallway is spread across the entire floor, and the bat that was previously playing the music is weirdly missing. There is, however, a stoat lounging in a long, fancy chair in front of a large mirror. He instantly spots Luca entering the backstage area and swivels the chair around to meet the unexpected guest head-on, before getting up.
‘Lookie here, who might you be, handsome?’
His accent is unplaceable, dark and smooth, carrying a warmth like his throat is slightly numbed. Immediately, a panic tries to break the snow leopard's confidence, but he knows not to break character. Of course, he belongs here. Keeping his back straightened and his shoulders relaxed, he flashes the stoat his badge similarly to the dog. 
‘Oh, some big city official, huh? Well, welcome backstage… What’s your name again?’
The stoat moves slightly closer to the snow leopard, the white fur underneath his tanktop almost appearing to glow compared to Luca’s suit, trying to read the name on the fake ID. 
        ‘It’s, uh, Jay, sir.’ Luca finds himself smiling in response. ‘And who are you?’
The stoat returns with a soft grin, turning his head ever so slightly to the left. 
‘Jay, hmm? You don’t look like a Jay to me. I’m Ric, by the way,’ the stoat says as he gently wraps the tip of his soft tail against Luca’s back. ‘Say, what business do you have here… Jay?’
Luca swallows his nerves away.
‘I’m here to do some inspections, sir.’ 
‘I see, I see.’ Ric smiles, leaning forward ever so slightly, until he’s directly face-to-face with Luca. He turns his head the other direction, again at a slight angle. Luca finds himself mirroring it automatically, as if to be polite. 
‘What is there to inspect, Jay? Isn’t my establishment perfectly within city regulations?’ the stoat asks, still smiling warmly.
Luca looks at Ric. His eyes are a piercingly deep emerald, and every time he speaks, it's as if they sparkle with mischief. He thinks of a quick lie to improvise.
‘Well, the volume of your speakers in the hall is… quite loud, sir.’ 
For a second, the stoat breaks eye contact, as if looking just behind Luca. His ears point and twist outwards before he directs his focus and ears back at Luca, the same shimmer in his eyes as before.
‘Hmm, well, I must say that I barely hear any music at all from where I’m standing. Seems like the volume problem isn’t as big as you claim it to be, am I right?’
        ‘Yes, sir, I… I suppose you’re right,’ Luca responds before he can think of a clever lie to cover his bases. The snep can’t help but feel obliged to tell the truth to the stoat, despite knowing better.  
        ‘So I think… There’s really no reason for the city council to send an inspection, right?’ the stoat continues.
        ‘Yes, no reason.’ 
        Luca’s eyes shift through the room, suddenly feeling much less confident. Behind the stoat, against the back wall, is a metal door with a push-bar, typical of a fire exit. Next to that is a shutter door, closed, for trucks to load and unload supplies. Besides that, no doors or rooms. But more importantly, no gem. Not on display, at least.
        ‘I s-suppose I shall be going again then, sir,’ Luca says, making eye contact with the stoat again. 
        Ric smiles.
        ‘Aw, heading out already? No, Jay, I think you should stay a little,’ he says, staring intensely at the snep as he stares at him with a grin.  
        ‘Yes… stay, you’re right,’ Luca responds subconsciously, his voice weaker than usual. The snow leopard blinks, looking at the exit door again, realising that something is off. If he sprints, he’d probably reach the exit door before the stoat would. 
        ‘Tut-tut, eyes right here, handsome,’ the stoat says, moving his tail under Luca’s chin and gently shifting it back in the stoat’s direction. 
        ‘Uh, I-’ 
        ‘Sink.’
Luca’s sentence is interrupted midway as Ric’s eyes sparkle again at the command, this time much more intensely. The deep emerald colour of the stoat’s irises pulses. Like a gemstone, enticing, magnetic, light reflecting endlessly through the prism of geometric cuts. As their gaze meets, Luca feels a ripple of warmth settling into his body. It’s like his coat has suddenly gained a thick layer of cotton.
‘Now, Jay, I think you should tell me who you really are… don’t you think?’ the stoat asks, replacing the tip of his tail with his hand, keeping hold of the snow leopard’s chin, ensuring he doesn’t turn his head away.
‘Yeah… Luca. I’m… Luca. I’m here to… scout your place…’ Luca weakly responds. His voice sounds like it’s coming from outside of his body, like a pre-recorded message on a busted phone. His foggy mind tries to find a way to restore his cover, but his words don’t find his lips.
‘I see. Well, Luca, I think I’ll give you a proper tour of the place, then. Follow me, handsome,’ Ric says, turning around and letting go of the snow leopard’s chin. Gesturing the snep to follow, he walks towards the mirror at the back. Luca nods weakly, slowly walking after the stoat. His legs feel like they’re made of lead; moving them is almost impossible. Yet the thought of not following after the stoat drives Luca forward. With lethargic steps, he obediently follows the stoat until they’re standing side by side. 
        The stoat twists one of the lightbulbs on the mirror, and with a mechanical rumble, the mirror splits open inwards, revealing a narrow hallway leading to a door at the very end. As the stoat starts walking down the hallway, he wraps his tail around the waist of Luca again, pulling the snow leopard along. Luca steps inside the hallway, throwing a half look at the exit door, before losing sight of it as the mirror closes behind him again. 
        The hallway is dimly lit, and as the stoat twists the doorknob, the two enter what looks to be a small bedroom. Luca sees a small closet, the contents of which he can only guess, and a king-size bed with a small bedside table. The snow leopard’s large, bushy tail drags heavily behind him, sliding over the floor as his footpaws sink into the soft carpet. The stoat sits down on the bed, placing his hands on the mattress behind him for support, his eyes sparkling with a deep intensity once more.
        ‘Go on, handsome. Take off that silly suit of yours. I wish to inspect you, for a change,’ Ric commands. 
        ‘Yes, sir,’ Luca responds before letting his hands drift to the fabric of his coat. He clumsily removes it, his arms not quite working the way he’s used to, and lets the jacket fall to the carpet floor. With a soft ‘thunk’, it hits the ground, his fake badge clipping loose from the inside. 
        Luca’s now bare arms are a silvery gray, contrasting nicely with the white fur of his stomach, revealed as he unbuttons the blouse, letting it slide off his torso onto the floor right next to his coat. Despite his upper body now being fully bared, the warm cottony feeling remains, getting heavier and warmer the longer his eyes remain locked onto the stoat’s. In the meantime, Ric has already removed his tank top and shorts and is now sitting on the bed in his briefs. He inspects the snow leopard up and down, letting his hands travel down Luca’s stomach fluff. 
        ‘Keep going, handsome. Pants, too,’ Ric commands as a singular fingerclaw hooks around the elastic waistband of his underwear stuck underneath the fancy suitpants. 
        The snow leopard nods as his heavy arms slump down to his sides, before meeting the stoat’s fingerclaw by his waistband. With slow movements, he undoes the button and lets the fabric sink to his ankles from its own weight, stepping out of them once they’re down low enough.
        ‘Very very good, Luca… now…,’ the stoat says, once again pushing the tip of his tail against the now exposed back of Luca. He feels the soft, squishy fluff gently prod against his lower back, dancing and pulling him closer to the bed, and Luca can’t help but lean into it as he steps closer to the edge of the mattress. 
        ‘They say that a lot can be achieved with a warm smile, a soft voice, but most importantly, a deeply enthralling gaze. So let me help you take a closer look, handsome,’ the stoat says, as he takes off Luca’s glasses and pushes his snout right against the snow leopard’s own. With the stoat’s emerald eyes now being right up in his face, he can’t help but look away. He doesn’t want to look away anymore. With his glasses removed, the deep viridian pulses directly into his vision and reflects in the snow leopard’s own eyes, pushing away the whites of his own eyes, until he’s fully enveloped by the stoat’s hypnotic gaze.
        ‘Now… why don’t you take off that last layer, handsome?’
        ‘Yes, sir, as you wish,’ Luca responds as he immediately comes into action, his hands sinking underneath the fabric of his underwear and sliding it down, leaning forward as he does. With his already half-mast cock now freed and able to breathe, he straightens his spine again, and Ric eagerly traces his length with a teasing finger, starting at the base and stopping just before the tip. 
‘That’s a good boy. Now, I think I should fill up that pretty brain of yours with pleasure. Don’t you agree?’ 
        Luca’s breathing speeds up slightly, a single throb giving away his desire before he can even answer.
        ‘Yes, sir, please.’ 
        The stoat smiles eagerly, a sparkle of excitement replacing the deep emerald shimmer for a second. 
        ‘Kneel.’ 
        The command strikes Luca like lightning, his knees instantly sinking to the soft carpet floor. 
        ‘Good. Now, just focus on the pleasure, handsome…,’ Ric says as his footpaw teases the snow leopard’s throbbing member once, putting soft pressure onto his cock with the soles of his footpaw.
        Luca whimpers in pleasure and glances at the stoat, not wanting to break the emerald gaze, keeping his mind blissfully empty. Then, before he can think about it, the emptiness of his head is filled as the stoat pulls down his own underwear, and poking his cock against the snow leopard’s ear, teasing the entrance with a wet drop of precum, before sliding right into his head. 
        ‘There you go. Nice and blank now, aren’t you?’ 
        As the stoat thrusts into him, Luca’s entire body shudders with intense pleasure, rippling down his spine and forcing his eyes to roll upwards into his skull instinctively. The snow leopard barely finds the words to respond, trying to reply with a weak “Yes, sir,” but the pleasure twists the words into a string of moans and whimpers.
        Ric chuckles, quickly replaced by his own moans as he continues to thrust inside the snow leopard’s ear. 
        ‘Good boy. Just let my cock replace all your thoughts. Let me glaze that pretty brain of yours with devotion to me,’  
        Luca whimpers, biting his lower lip as his body shudders with wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure, feeling the stoat hump against his head with more and more eagerness. His hands glide down between his legs instinctively, riding the pleasure that is rolling down his spine with every thrust of the throat, and he begins to stroke his own cock at the pace of Ric’s fucking. It doesn’t take long for the snow leopard to tense up as his breathing turns into hitched pants.
        ‘Good boy. Let go for me,’ the stoat commands as he thrusts one last time into the snow leopard’s ear. 
        The snow leopard can feel the stoat’s cock throbbing inside of his head, getting harder as Ric moans and his paws holding onto his head for balance tense up, before finally feeling the warmth of his seed covering the inside of his mind completely. As Ric loudly climaxes, he feels his own cock pulsing with the intense pleasure reaching the peak. 
        ‘Cum for me, handsome,’ Ric commands–his voice much more of a whimper than usual, still lost in the afterglow–and Luca obeys, finally tipping over the edge as his cum paints the carpet, before surrendering to the afterglow and the stoat’s embrace, catching him before he can sink into it. 


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As the daze settles, Luca rolls over to his side, looking at the stoat. Slowly, his mind starts to clear up as his thoughts start to slot back into place. With a weak, muffled ‘mfff…’ the snow leopard wraps his arm around the stoat, who grabs it and nuzzles into the embrace. With his free arm, the stoat opens the drawer from the small bedside table, taking out a little note and sticking it into the snow leopard’s hand. 
        ‘Here you go, handsome. Like always. Your entry ticket for the next time you’re feeling up to it,’ he says with a warm smile. 
         Luca wouldn’t quite remember what was written on the note, nor would he “remember where he got it.” The details of the message on the note weren’t important anyway; all that mattered was getting in.