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I generally don't necessarily have sequels planned out for most of the stories I write (though I definitely am not averse to making sequels whenever there is interest in such), but this one was sort of written with that in mind: a beginning chapter in a series of stories about Kathy, and her clients and confidants. Even though that's not entirely guaranteed as of yet at least, I'm definitely feeling like I'll go back to this very soon", "writing": "The Full-Moon Lounge: Head Entertainment Director\n\n\nKathy stood at the bus stop, raindrops hammering against the roof as the 11-year-old raptor nervously shifted her weight, scanning the dark and quiet street. She glanced at the glass wall of the bus stop, her reflection staring back. The girl preened the feathers on her head, her plumage a beautiful burnt orange with a white belly and neck. On her she had a simple black dress, straps running over her shoulders. This was the most glamorous piece she could find in her wardrobe, as she didn't usually spend much time wearing dresses. This time was different however, this night she wanted to make a good impression for her employers, her potential employers that is. Kathy fished the business card from her purse, flipping it around a few times, the dim street lamps reflecting and glinting off of the golden lettering on the snow white card stock, the raptor girl reading the words to herself once more, \"Whitaker M Fairchild, Head Entertainment Director, The Full-Moon Lounge.\" Under that was a phone number, and on the other side of the business card was the apparent logo of the aforementioned lounge: a full moon with a stylized and simplified owl's head staring right ahead in it. It was only a few days ago since she was handed that card by a customer in the pawn shop she worked part time at, instructed to call the number if she'd like to get a job that'd pay ten times what she was earning then. She had indeed picked up the phone and done exactly that, a man on the other end of the line, calling himself Whitaker, telling her to come to this bus stop at ten in the evening today dressed nicely. Kathy had tried to pry some more information out of the man, but that was all he was willing to reveal. She had a pretty good guess as to what her work would entail however. She sighed and glanced at her phone, the time nearing ten past eleven, just as a car turned onto her street, catching her attention. A shiny black sedan with silver detailing, the windows all tinted. It came to a stop in front of her, the back seat door opening up, a figure sitting on the other side beaconing for her to come in. Kathy quickly sprinted the few steps from under the bus stop to inside the car, trying not to get too wet in the pouring rain. \n\nAs soon as Kathy had climbed inside, the door closed behind her and the car took off, driving towards the northern side of the city. The girl wiped off most of the rain from her dress, before her curious gaze was directed at the man sitting next to her, a dapper eastern screech owl, clad in a black suit, a red tie and a white shirt peeking through. His plumage was speckled white and brown, the typical large screech owl brows making him seem quite serious, though closer inspection of his face revealed a lot more relaxed look. He extended his hand towards Kathy, opening his beak as she shook his hand, speaking in a thick and posh British accent, \n\"Evening, my name is Whitaker, I'm the Head Entertainment Director of the lounge, as you're probably already aware.\"\n\"Hey, I'm Kathy.\"\n\"Nice to meet you Kathy! I'm hoping you'll be under my employ soon enough, get you out of that dingy little pawn shop and start making real money.\"\n\"So... what's the job you're offering me?\"\n\"A job as an entertainer.\"\nThe two stayed in silence for a few seconds, a few other cars whizzing past, before the girl spoke again,\n\"Entertainer doing what exactly?\"\nThe owl turned to look at Kathy, staring into her eyes for a couple moments with a sly grin on his face, before he turned to look straight ahead once more, \n\"You already know what the job is. And you've already made up your mind on whether you'd want to do that sort of work, since you're sitting there. The only question is whether you're fit for the job, which I intend to find out.\"\nKathy gulped nervously, just as the car came to a stop, neon lights shining through the dimmed windows. \n\nKathy stepped out of the car, finding herself to be in front of a large white building, the same logo she had seen on the business card crowning the front, no windows anywhere to be seen. They had stopped in front of the main entrance, a large awning covering the road where people could get in or out of their vehicles. Whitaker joined her, as the driver of the car climbed out as well, a large, well-built bull with ferocious horns, him wearing a black and white suit vest and tie. A valet came out of the building, the bull throwing the car keys to the man as he walked a few steps behind the girl and the owl. The trio headed inside out of the cold night, a red carpet and velvet ropes lining the way in. They headed through several doors, each one guarded by a bouncer, before finally Kathy could see a lit up doorway at the end of a dim corridor. Stepping inside, the hustle and bustle of the place hit the raptor girl head on, overwhelmed by all that surrounded her. On the right side of the lounge was a couple of stages and catwalks, a few smaller ones and one main one, most of them occupied by strippers and surrounded by men, a few of the spectators leaning back in their seats and jacking off. On the left side there was a bar stretching all the way across the room, several bartenders and waiters hurrying along. In the middle was a series of tables, seats, sofas, and dancing floors, people partying the night away already, Kathy spotting one couple fucking right in the open, the man bending the woman over a table as others danced and drunk only a few steps away. Whitaker smiled as he noticed the girl's wide eyed stare, gently pushing her along after a few moments of letting her drink it all in. They walked towards the back of the floor, a few smaller hallways opening up at the back wall, one leading into the bathrooms, one into the private dance rooms, and the last one into the administrative section of the club. As they walked towards the manager's room, Kathy peeked into the dancer's prep room, tens of ladies buzzing around, putting on makeup and preparing their outfits. Finally the trio made it to the end of the hallway, a door labelled \"Manager's office\" opening up as Whitaker swiped a keycard, him and Kathy going inside. He gave a nod to the bull, telling him to stand guard outside, getting a \"Yes sir.\" in return. \n\nThe manager's room was lavishly decorated in rich, dark wood and crimson colours, old cabinets and bookcases lining the walls, a mahogany desk with a luxurious seat in the opposite end from the entrance. The middle of the room featured a smaller wooden table with two red couches on both sides of it. Whitaker gestured for the girl to take a seat on the sofa, as he walked over to one of the cabinets, pulling out a small glass and pouring it full of whiskey from an elaborate decanter. He took a sip of it before sitting down next to Kathy, giving a small satisfied sigh as he set his drink down, draping his arm on the backrest behind her. \n\"Now, are you a virgin?\"\nShocked by the sudden question, Kathy opened her mouth but could only stutter something, the owl interjecting before she could get a proper word out,\n\"It's fine if you aren't, and even better if you are, there's not really a wrong answer here, but I'll need to know so I can market you better.\"\n\"Uhh... I've been with a boy once before, a classmate.\"\nWhitaker stared into emptiness for a few seconds, deep in thought as he pulled out a small notebook and a pen from his pockets, scribbling down notes. \n\"And what about girls, have any interest in them?\"\n\"I... guess so? I don't really know.\"\n\"How big was this classmate's cock? Have you used any toys or anything of the sort to stretch yourself before?\"\n\"He was average maybe, and no toys besides my fingers and a toothbrush.\"\nMaking a few last notes, he set the book on the table and got up, retrieving a camera from his desk. \n\"I'll be taking some pictures of you, our customers are going to want to know what they're paying for. Cross your legs and put your hands on your lap, look a bit to your right.\"\nThe owl knelt down to get an upwards angle of her, peeking into the viewfinder and humming before jumped up, his face lighting up. He walked over to his desk, snapping off a white flower from a bunch he had sitting in a vase. He gingerly tucked it into the feathers on her head, before getting back behind the camera again, snapping a few pictures of her at several angles. \n\"Good, now spread your legs and lift your dress up, show off those panties!\"\nKathy's cheeks burned with red as she slowly uncrossed her legs, grabbing her dress with both hands and lifting it up, revealing her light red panties, her lips visible through the fabric. Whitaker grinned from ear to ear as he snapped photos, the raptor unsure whether he was exited by her or the marketing possibilities, maybe a bit of both. \n\"And now for the pièce de résistance, let's get those panties off.\" \nShe took a long breath before reaching down under her skirt, pulling the underwear completely off, laying the pair on the table.\n\"Good, good... now, turn around and bend over on the sofa, get one knee up onto it and lift your tail if you'd be so kind.\"\nThe girl followed his instructions, bending over with one leg on the seat and the other on the ground, her tail flagged up high, it bringing the dress up with it, giving Whitaker a perfect view of her slit and tailhole, two light pink holes shining through the dark orange feathers. She could hear his camera clicking rapidly as he moved around, capturing every angle imaginable. He moved close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her nethers, her having to close her eyes and keep her muzzle shut to stop herself from moaning. As foreign and stressful as this whole situation was, Kathy couldn't help but feel a tingle between her legs as a man was studying and filming her for all the world to see, the girl discovering a whole lot about herself very quickly. The owl stood back up, flicking through the pictures he had taken, nodding to himself before putting the camera down on the table. \n\"Good, now that the marketing is practically ready to go, there's only the matter of testing you out.\"\nHer eyes widened as she looked back, him grinning as he started unbuckling his belt. \n\nWhitaker opened the fly of his suit pants, pulling his cock out and giving it a few strokes, it already fully erect and dripping precum. Kathy flipped around on the sofa, landing on her behind with a small thud as she looked up at him, \n\"What do you mean \"test\", what are you testing?\"\n\"You, I'll be testing you, more specifically your cunt and mouth. I am the Head Entertainment Director, and all performers are directly under my management, including you, assuming you're fit for the task. I have a very high standard you see, the Full-Moon Lounge shall employ no second-rate whores, only the very finest. Now, how about we get to testing your mouth?\"\nWhitaker thrust his cock slightly to punctuate his question, it thumping against the girl's muzzle, smearing precum on her lips. With a small gulp, she grabbed his shaft and opened her maw, taking in his tip and starting to suckle on it. He gave a small moan as she started bobbing up and down, taking a tiny bit more of his length into her mouth with each go. She hadn't really tried giving blowjobs before, her only experience coming from watching lewd flicks on the family computer while the rest of her family slept. She swirled around the precum leaking onto her tongue, getting used to the salty taste as she swallowed it all up, the corners of her mouth dribbling a tiny bit as she focused on getting the cock further down into her muzzle and keeping her teeth as far away from it as possible. With most of his shaft in, Whitaker laid a hand on her head, smiling down at her,\n\"Why don't you use your tongue a little bit more, and your other hand can help along as well.\"\nFollowing the owl's tips, she started flicking her long and agile tongue all across the pole in her maw, wrapping it around and polishing it. At the same time she started stroking the rest of his cock not yet in her, also cupping and very gently rolling his balls with the other hand. To her delight, the raptor's efforts earned her a long and lustful moan, Whitaker needing to stop himself from bucking into her mouth. \n\"Good girl... you're doing great. But I still want to test your other end, so let's not get ahead of ourselves.\" \nThe bird slowly pulled his length out from her maw, her lips gripping the tip and giving a little pop as it was released, his shaft shiny and glistening from her spit. \n\nKathy turned around, hopping up onto the sofa as she bent over the back rest, her flank left at perfect height for ease of access. Whitaker grabbed her dress and rolled it up slightly, flipping it up to rest on her back. Her slit was quivering and leaking, drops of her sweet honey dripping from her folds as she panted in anticipation. He rubbed her thigh while stroking himself with the other hand, moving his fingers up to her pussy and brushing up against it, slowly pushing his thumb inside with little to no issues, the raptor very well lubricated at this point. He pulled his thumb out of her, unable to resist licking it clean of her juices. The hand disappeared into his suit pockets for a few seconds, before he pulled out a condom, grabbing one end of the wrapper with his beak and ripping it open, rolling it over his cock, \n\"You remember to always tell your clients to use rubbers, yeah? That's company policy, unless they're paying the premium.\"\nHer heartbeat quickened as she could feel his tip sliding up and down across her lips, waiting for him to push inside. Her slit opened up as the owl gently and slowly squeezed in her, the raptor's snug hole accommodating Whitaker well enough thanks to her copious amounts of juices. In less than a minute, he was all the way in, his crotch thumping and grinding against her clit, causing her to gasp and moan. His cock was twitching and shooting squirts of precum inside of the condom, the man thoroughly enjoying being the girl's first adult partner. He started pulling back, leaving a feeling of emptiness deep inside of Kathy as only his tip remained inside, though those feelings were quickly squashed as he rammed back inside, much faster this time around. He started properly fucking the girl, grabbing her hip and shoulder as he pulled her down on his dick, both of them grunting and moaning. She felt her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed down on her, a pool of saliva gathering onto the sofa from her open maw. She squirted all over the owl's legs, her body clamping down on him as he was balls deep, her walls twitching and milking him dry. Teetering on the edge as well, the raptor's orgasm was all that was needed to push him over, Whitaker throwing his head back as he started pumping the condom full of his seed, it bulging inside of her as shot after shot of cum inflated it. He grunted and groaned, his hips still thrusting sharp and quick, the girl shaking and shivering from the power of her orgasm. \n\nIt was only after several minutes that the two started coming down from their high, the owl pulling his cock out of her, the rubber filled almost to the brim with his cum. He slipped it off, tossing it into the trash bin sitting next to the sofa, wiping his shaft clean on the girl's asscheek, grinning as the feathers were stained with his cum. He sat down onto the sofa with a satisfied sigh, grabbing the drink he had poured almost twenty minutes ago and finishing it, throwing the amber liquid down his throat with a quiet hiss. Kathy likewise sat down, her dress still dishevelled and her pussy open to the air, her panting and trying to catch her breath as a small pool of her honey collected onto her outfit. They sat down for a few minutes, only the muffled thumping of music and each other's breath heard in the room. With a little grunt, Whitaker stood up, zipping his pants and buckling his belt. He reached into his suit, pulling out a wad of cash, placing it onto the table and smiling at the raptor girl warmly,\n\"You're hired. Here's your first payday, don't spend it all in one place now. I've got some other business I still need to run today, so I'll have to take my leave, but you feel free to relax and rest here for as long as you'd like, you can use my bathroom through that door there if you want to clean up. My right hand man, the bull, his name is Garrett. He'll be waiting behind the door, just go to him when you're ready to head home, he'll drive you there. He'll also be the one picking you up from now on, I'll text you your schedule tomorrow.\"\nWhitaker walked to the door, opening it up before waving goodbye at Kathy, leaving her laying on the sofa. Her mind was running with a million different thoughts and fears, though it all quieted down as soon as she glanced at the stack of cash left for her. With shaky legs, she stood up, stumbling towards the private bathroom at the back of the room. As she tried her best to clean her dress up, her mind was set, this was her dream job. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Full-Moon Lounge: Head Entertainment Director


Kathy stood at the bus stop, raindrops hammering against the roof as the 11-year-old raptor nervously shifted her weight, scanning the dark and quiet street. She glanced at the glass wall of the bus stop, her reflection staring back. The girl preened the feathers on her head, her plumage a beautiful burnt orange with a white belly and neck. On her she had a simple black dress, straps running over her shoulders. This was the most glamorous piece she could find in her wardrobe, as she didn't usually spend much time wearing dresses. This time was different however, this night she wanted to make a good impression for her employers, her potential employers that is. Kathy fished the business card from her purse, flipping it around a few times, the dim street lamps reflecting and glinting off of the golden lettering on the snow white card stock, the raptor girl reading the words to herself once more, "Whitaker M Fairchild, Head Entertainment Director, The Full-Moon Lounge." Under that was a phone number, and on the other side of the business card was the apparent logo of the aforementioned lounge: a full moon with a stylized and simplified owl's head staring right ahead in it. It was only a few days ago since she was handed that card by a customer in the pawn shop she worked part time at, instructed to call the number if she'd like to get a job that'd pay ten times what she was earning then. She had indeed picked up the phone and done exactly that, a man on the other end of the line, calling himself Whitaker, telling her to come to this bus stop at ten in the evening today dressed nicely. Kathy had tried to pry some more information out of the man, but that was all he was willing to reveal. She had a pretty good guess as to what her work would entail however. She sighed and glanced at her phone, the time nearing ten past eleven, just as a car turned onto her street, catching her attention. A shiny black sedan with silver detailing, the windows all tinted. It came to a stop in front of her, the back seat door opening up, a figure sitting on the other side beaconing for her to come in. Kathy quickly sprinted the few steps from under the bus stop to inside the car, trying not to get too wet in the pouring rain.

As soon as Kathy had climbed inside, the door closed behind her and the car took off, driving towards the northern side of the city. The girl wiped off most of the rain from her dress, before her curious gaze was directed at the man sitting next to her, a dapper eastern screech owl, clad in a black suit, a red tie and a white shirt peeking through. His plumage was speckled white and brown, the typical large screech owl brows making him seem quite serious, though closer inspection of his face revealed a lot more relaxed look. He extended his hand towards Kathy, opening his beak as she shook his hand, speaking in a thick and posh British accent,
"Evening, my name is Whitaker, I'm the Head Entertainment Director of the lounge, as you're probably already aware."
"Hey, I'm Kathy."
"Nice to meet you Kathy! I'm hoping you'll be under my employ soon enough, get you out of that dingy little pawn shop and start making real money."
"So... what's the job you're offering me?"
"A job as an entertainer."
The two stayed in silence for a few seconds, a few other cars whizzing past, before the girl spoke again,
"Entertainer doing what exactly?"
The owl turned to look at Kathy, staring into her eyes for a couple moments with a sly grin on his face, before he turned to look straight ahead once more,
"You already know what the job is. And you've already made up your mind on whether you'd want to do that sort of work, since you're sitting there. The only question is whether you're fit for the job, which I intend to find out."
Kathy gulped nervously, just as the car came to a stop, neon lights shining through the dimmed windows.

Kathy stepped out of the car, finding herself to be in front of a large white building, the same logo she had seen on the business card crowning the front, no windows anywhere to be seen. They had stopped in front of the main entrance, a large awning covering the road where people could get in or out of their vehicles. Whitaker joined her, as the driver of the car climbed out as well, a large, well-built bull with ferocious horns, him wearing a black and white suit vest and tie. A valet came out of the building, the bull throwing the car keys to the man as he walked a few steps behind the girl and the owl. The trio headed inside out of the cold night, a red carpet and velvet ropes lining the way in. They headed through several doors, each one guarded by a bouncer, before finally Kathy could see a lit up doorway at the end of a dim corridor. Stepping inside, the hustle and bustle of the place hit the raptor girl head on, overwhelmed by all that surrounded her. On the right side of the lounge was a couple of stages and catwalks, a few smaller ones and one main one, most of them occupied by strippers and surrounded by men, a few of the spectators leaning back in their seats and jacking off. On the left side there was a bar stretching all the way across the room, several bartenders and waiters hurrying along. In the middle was a series of tables, seats, sofas, and dancing floors, people partying the night away already, Kathy spotting one couple fucking right in the open, the man bending the woman over a table as others danced and drunk only a few steps away. Whitaker smiled as he noticed the girl's wide eyed stare, gently pushing her along after a few moments of letting her drink it all in. They walked towards the back of the floor, a few smaller hallways opening up at the back wall, one leading into the bathrooms, one into the private dance rooms, and the last one into the administrative section of the club. As they walked towards the manager's room, Kathy peeked into the dancer's prep room, tens of ladies buzzing around, putting on makeup and preparing their outfits. Finally the trio made it to the end of the hallway, a door labelled "Manager's office" opening up as Whitaker swiped a keycard, him and Kathy going inside. He gave a nod to the bull, telling him to stand guard outside, getting a "Yes sir." in return.

The manager's room was lavishly decorated in rich, dark wood and crimson colours, old cabinets and bookcases lining the walls, a mahogany desk with a luxurious seat in the opposite end from the entrance. The middle of the room featured a smaller wooden table with two red couches on both sides of it. Whitaker gestured for the girl to take a seat on the sofa, as he walked over to one of the cabinets, pulling out a small glass and pouring it full of whiskey from an elaborate decanter. He took a sip of it before sitting down next to Kathy, giving a small satisfied sigh as he set his drink down, draping his arm on the backrest behind her.
"Now, are you a virgin?"
Shocked by the sudden question, Kathy opened her mouth but could only stutter something, the owl interjecting before she could get a proper word out,
"It's fine if you aren't, and even better if you are, there's not really a wrong answer here, but I'll need to know so I can market you better."
"Uhh... I've been with a boy once before, a classmate."
Whitaker stared into emptiness for a few seconds, deep in thought as he pulled out a small notebook and a pen from his pockets, scribbling down notes.
"And what about girls, have any interest in them?"
"I... guess so? I don't really know."
"How big was this classmate's cock? Have you used any toys or anything of the sort to stretch yourself before?"
"He was average maybe, and no toys besides my fingers and a toothbrush."
Making a few last notes, he set the book on the table and got up, retrieving a camera from his desk.
"I'll be taking some pictures of you, our customers are going to want to know what they're paying for. Cross your legs and put your hands on your lap, look a bit to your right."
The owl knelt down to get an upwards angle of her, peeking into the viewfinder and humming before jumped up, his face lighting up. He walked over to his desk, snapping off a white flower from a bunch he had sitting in a vase. He gingerly tucked it into the feathers on her head, before getting back behind the camera again, snapping a few pictures of her at several angles.
"Good, now spread your legs and lift your dress up, show off those panties!"
Kathy's cheeks burned with red as she slowly uncrossed her legs, grabbing her dress with both hands and lifting it up, revealing her light red panties, her lips visible through the fabric. Whitaker grinned from ear to ear as he snapped photos, the raptor unsure whether he was exited by her or the marketing possibilities, maybe a bit of both.
"And now for the pièce de résistance, let's get those panties off."
She took a long breath before reaching down under her skirt, pulling the underwear completely off, laying the pair on the table.
"Good, good... now, turn around and bend over on the sofa, get one knee up onto it and lift your tail if you'd be so kind."
The girl followed his instructions, bending over with one leg on the seat and the other on the ground, her tail flagged up high, it bringing the dress up with it, giving Whitaker a perfect view of her slit and tailhole, two light pink holes shining through the dark orange feathers. She could hear his camera clicking rapidly as he moved around, capturing every angle imaginable. He moved close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her nethers, her having to close her eyes and keep her muzzle shut to stop herself from moaning. As foreign and stressful as this whole situation was, Kathy couldn't help but feel a  tingle between her legs as a man was studying and filming her for all the world to see, the girl discovering a whole lot about herself very quickly. The owl stood back up, flicking through the pictures he had taken, nodding to himself before putting the camera down on the table.
"Good, now that the marketing is practically ready to go, there's only the matter of testing you out."
Her eyes widened as she looked back, him grinning as he started unbuckling his belt.

Whitaker opened the fly of his suit pants, pulling his cock out and giving it a few strokes, it already fully erect and dripping precum. Kathy flipped around on the sofa, landing on her behind with a small thud as she looked up at him,
"What do you mean "test", what are you testing?"
"You, I'll be testing you, more specifically your cunt and mouth.  I am the Head Entertainment Director, and all performers are directly under my management, including you, assuming you're fit for the task. I have a very high standard you see, the Full-Moon Lounge shall employ no second-rate whores, only the very finest. Now, how about we get to testing your mouth?"
Whitaker thrust his cock slightly to punctuate his question, it thumping against the girl's muzzle, smearing precum on her lips. With a small gulp, she grabbed his shaft and opened her maw, taking in his tip and starting to suckle on it. He gave a small moan as she started bobbing up and down, taking a tiny bit more of his length into her mouth with each go. She hadn't really tried giving blowjobs before, her only experience coming from watching lewd flicks on the family computer while the rest of her family slept. She swirled around the precum leaking onto her tongue, getting used to the salty taste as she swallowed it all up, the corners of her mouth dribbling a tiny bit as she focused on getting the cock further down into her muzzle and keeping her teeth as far away from it as possible. With most of his shaft in, Whitaker laid a hand on her head, smiling down at her,
"Why don't you use your tongue a little bit more, and your other hand can help along as well."
Following the owl's tips, she started flicking her long and agile tongue all across the pole in her maw, wrapping it around and polishing it. At the same time she started stroking the rest of his cock not yet in her, also cupping and very gently rolling his balls with the other hand. To her delight, the raptor's efforts earned her a long and lustful moan, Whitaker needing to stop himself from bucking into her mouth.
"Good girl... you're doing great. But I still want to test your other end, so let's not get ahead of ourselves."
The bird slowly pulled his length out from her maw, her lips gripping the tip and giving a little pop as it was released, his shaft shiny and glistening from her spit.

Kathy turned around, hopping up onto the sofa as she bent over the back rest, her flank left at perfect height for ease of access. Whitaker grabbed her dress and rolled it up slightly, flipping it up to rest on her back. Her slit was quivering and leaking, drops of her sweet honey dripping from her folds as she panted in anticipation. He rubbed her thigh while stroking himself with the other hand, moving his fingers up to her pussy and brushing up against it, slowly pushing his thumb inside with little to no issues, the raptor very well lubricated at this point. He pulled his thumb out of her, unable to resist licking it clean of her juices. The hand disappeared into his suit pockets for a few seconds, before he pulled out a condom, grabbing one end of the wrapper with his beak and ripping it open, rolling it over his cock,
"You remember to always tell your clients to use rubbers, yeah? That's company policy, unless they're paying the premium."
Her heartbeat quickened as she could feel his tip sliding up and down across her lips, waiting for him to push inside. Her slit opened up as the owl gently and slowly squeezed in her, the raptor's snug hole accommodating Whitaker well enough thanks to her copious amounts of juices. In less than a minute, he was all the way in, his crotch thumping and grinding against her clit, causing her to gasp and moan. His cock was twitching and shooting squirts of precum inside of the condom, the man thoroughly enjoying being the girl's first adult partner. He started pulling back, leaving a feeling of emptiness deep inside of Kathy as only his tip remained inside, though those feelings were quickly squashed as he rammed back inside, much faster this time around. He started properly fucking the girl, grabbing her hip and shoulder as he pulled her down on his dick, both of them grunting and moaning. She felt her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed down on her, a pool of saliva gathering onto the sofa from her open maw. She squirted all over the owl's legs, her body clamping down on him as he was balls deep, her walls twitching and milking him dry. Teetering on the edge as well, the raptor's orgasm was all that was needed to push him over, Whitaker throwing his head back as he started pumping the condom full of his seed, it bulging inside of her as shot after shot of cum inflated it. He grunted and groaned, his hips still thrusting sharp and quick, the girl shaking and shivering from the power of her orgasm.

It was only after several minutes that the two started coming down from their high, the owl pulling his cock out of her, the rubber filled almost to the brim with his cum. He slipped it off, tossing it into the trash bin sitting next to the sofa, wiping his shaft clean on the girl's asscheek, grinning as the feathers were stained with his cum. He sat down onto the sofa with a satisfied sigh, grabbing the drink he had poured almost twenty minutes ago and finishing it, throwing the amber liquid down his throat with a quiet hiss. Kathy likewise sat down, her dress still dishevelled and her pussy open to the air, her panting and trying to catch her breath as a small pool of her honey collected onto her outfit. They sat down for a few minutes, only the muffled thumping of music and each other's breath heard in the room. With a little grunt, Whitaker stood up, zipping his pants and buckling his belt. He reached into his suit, pulling out a wad of cash, placing it onto the table and smiling at the raptor girl warmly,
"You're hired. Here's your first payday, don't spend it all in one place now. I've got some other business I still need to run today, so I'll have to take my leave, but you feel free to relax and rest here for as long as you'd like, you can use my bathroom through that door there if you want to clean up. My right hand man, the bull, his name is Garrett. He'll be waiting behind the door, just go to him when you're ready to head home, he'll drive you there. He'll also be the one picking you up from now on, I'll text you your schedule tomorrow."
Whitaker walked to the door, opening it up before waving goodbye at Kathy, leaving her laying on the sofa. Her mind was running with a million different thoughts and fears, though it all quieted down as soon as she glanced at the stack of cash left for her. With shaky legs, she stood up, stumbling towards the private bathroom at the back of the room. As she tried her best to clean her dress up, her mind was set, this was her dream job. ", "pools_count": 1, "title": "The Full-Moon Lounge: Head Entertainment Director", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "1827" }