The Full-Moon Lounge: Cliff Royce

Kathy absent-mindedly doodled on her notebook, slowly swaying her tail back and forth as she thought about last night's events, her first visit to the Full-Moon Lounge. The ring of the school bell snapped her back to the present, the little raptor packing her bag up and running off. Even though she still had a few lingering doubts about her new line of work, she was adamant about at least giving it a shot, and she'd have the chance for exactly that this very night, as she had received a text message from Whitaker a few hours earlier telling Kathy that someone had already booked a visit with her. She started heading towards her home, jogging for most of the short distance, occasionally slowing down as her back end was still a tiny bit sore from the induction last night. She was soon at her house, pacing back and forth in her room as she tried to find something nice to wear for the occasion. She hadn't yet washed the dress she wore yesterday, the black fabric still spattered and stained by cum, pussy juices, spit, and just about every other bodily fluid. 

Kathy looked at the text she had received again, trying desperately to get some clues about her first client to no avail. Her green eyes scanned the text again and again, 
"Your first client: Cliff Royce, male, 32, western hognose. Garret will pick you up at nearest bus stop at 11:30."
Western hognose, that's a snake, right? What kind of an outfit would a snake like? Kathy dug through her wardrobe like mad, throwing clothes left and right as she hunted for something that seemed like it'd be classy and seductive. Eventually she managed to pick out a selection that she was at least somewhat happy with, a black crop top shirt, tight jeans, and cute white panties, laying the clothes out onto the bed to wait while she finished up with the rest of the preparations. The raptor looked at the clock, noticing she had a handful of hours left before she was supposed to be picked up. 

Next on the agenda was a thorough clean, the girl grabbing a towel before running off into the bathroom and hopping into the shower, taking a few seconds to just breathe and relax as the warm water ran through her feathers. She diligently lathered and rinsed her whole plumage, giving special attention to her nethers, giving a quiet gasp as her fingers rubbed up against her pussy. After her shower she sprinted back into her room wrapped in a towel, sitting down in front of a mirror to dry herself off and preen her feathers, picking off any damaged ones. She picked out a small little bottle of perfume off of her shelf, giving her chest and neck a few spritzes, the room filling up with a gentle scent of oranges. She hesitated for a few seconds, looking around, before giving her crotch a squirt of the perfume as well, grinning to herself as she set the bottle down. She then threw on the clothes she had picked out, standing in front of a mirror and adjusting her outfit meticulously. Her dark orange feathers almost glowed as the setting sun shone through her bedroom window, the crop top leaving a good amount of her belly open to air, the white of her chest contrasting against the black shirt. Kathy having only recently turned 11, her breasts not yet grown to more than tiny bumps on her front. She sighed nervously as she glanced at the clock, it getting late enough that she should be leaving soon. She picked up her purse, stocked up with some lube, condoms, and moist towelettes, and went downstairs, saying her goodbyes to her parents. They were under the impression she was only heading off to spend the Friday night with some of her friends, Kathy smiling to herself as she thought of what they'd do if they knew her real intentions. 

Kathy sat down on the bench in the bus stop, wrapping her arms around herself and shuddering lightly, cursing herself for not throwing a coat on top of her skimpy clothing. The summer nights might be comparatively warm, but a crop top revealing enough to almost leave your bellybutton out in the open will make the evening wind seem chilly no matter the time of year. The raptor dangled her legs as she waited for a handful of minutes, the familiar black car soon turning around the corner and stopping in front of her. The front seat passenger door opened, Garret giving her a warm smile and a nod as she stepped in. The bull said nothing as they drove off, only attentively watching the road, the silence growing ever louder as Kathy nervously cleared her throat. He glanced at her, a slight worried look on his face, 
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want some music?"
He reached over to the radio, turning the knob as some pop song thumped out of the stereos. 
"No, it's... it's alright, thanks Garret."
The girl shifted around in her seat, playing with her purse for a few moments before turning to him again,
"I'm just a little... nervous, you know?"
"You'll do fine, I'm sure. Mr. Whitaker has an eye for the exact right people to work under him, he hasn't made a mistake once in his career, and he's had a long career."
Garret paused for a few seconds, before angling his head towards her suddenly once more, as if he'd remembered or realized something,
"And I can assure you that you won't have to do anything you don't want with your client. They all know what will happen if they hurt Mr. Whitaker's employees. I will personally see to it that you will remain safe and unharmed."
Even though that wasn't necessarily exactly the reassurance that Kathy was hoping for, she couldn't help but smile at the bull. 

After about twenty minutes of driving, the car pulled up outside of a rather lavish seeming apartment block, the tall tower gleaming and glinting in the night as all the large windows and shining metal beams reflected the lights of street lamps and passing cars. Garret nodded towards the entrance, 
"Through there, take the elevator to floor 15. Your client, Mr. Royce, is in apartment 72. You're booked for two hours, but generally clients finish up a bit faster than the time they're booked for. Either way, I'll be waiting just down here the whole time, if something comes up you can call my number."
With that he pushed a button on the centre console of the car, Kathy's door opening up. She stepped out, looking back one more time and giving Garret a small smile, waving goodbye to him, the bull returning both the smile and the wave as she started heading towards the entrance. The apartment block's main door opened automatically as she approached it, the raptor stepping into the lobby, a spacious and well lit room, the walls almost entirely white with a few paintings strewn about, some couches and chairs near one side of it. On the other side of the lobby was the reception, the concierge, a rabbit in a white and red uniform, staring at her curiously. She didn't linger at the lobby, beelining it towards the elevators, her reaching up to press the 15th floor button as the machinery whirred to life, gentle elevator music playing for a moment before the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Kathy peered around the hallway for a few moments before her eyes came across the right number, a dark wooden door with 72 embossed on it. She took one last moment to centre herself, closing her eyes and breathing in, feeling her heartbeat slow down before breathing out. She stepped up to the door and pressed the doorbell. 

Kathy could hear footsteps approaching from the other side, the lock clicking as the door swung open. In front of her was standing a snake, his scales mostly a sandy yellow, with darker spots running in a repeating pattern on the top of his head and arms, her assuming the patterns run through his entire back. On him he had black bathrobe, loosely tied around his waist, open enough to let some white from his chest colouring peek through. His long tail slowly swung back and forth, an exited grin on his face as he saw the young raptor, his serpentine forked tongue flitting out of his maw a few times as he spoke in a low and earthy tune, 
"Ahh, you must be Kathy, yes? Come in, come in, please."
She nodded in appreciation as she walked into the apartment, the client closing the door and following close behind. The apartment was furnished and decorated very modernly, the walls mostly white with vases, paintings, and furniture bringing splashes of colour to the place. The snake led her to his bedroom, one wall of it almost entirely taken up by a huge window overlooking a nearby park, the opposite wall covered by a large wardrobe. In the middle was a large king-size bed, covered in crimson silk bedsheets. 

Kathy stood next to the bed, looking to Royce for guidance as to what she should do next. He moved behind her, gently sliding his hands down her sides, his tail loosely wrapping around her legs. She could feel a bump quickly forming against her back as he bent down, nuzzling her cheek,
"You're as cute as the pictures made you seem, the owl really wasn't lying. I'd love to feel you snuggle against my chest in bed all day long, but...",
he chuckled as he gave her neck a quick kiss,
"your employers aren't renting you out for cheap. Still, this is an occasion I want for you to enjoy as much as I certainly will. Please, relax, take a seat on the bed and I'll warm you up."
As she was released from his grasp, Kathy hopped up onto the bed, her legs not quite reaching the floor as she sat on the edge, the soft mattress squishing between her fingers as she gripped the side, trying to loosen herself up and get past her anxiety. The snake walked up in front of her, the bulge in his bathrobe very obvious at this point. He knelt down, his fingers running tenderly running across her exposed belly, making her twitch out of ticklishness. He grinned and turned his attention to her jeans, opening the button and pulling down the zipper, her white underwear peeking through. 
"Ohh, what cute little panties you have. But what's under them is even better, I'm sure."
He slipped a finger down the front of her panties, hooking and pulling it down to reveal her pink prepubescent slit, her lips shiny with excitement. The snake couldn't hide his enjoyment, his eyes lighting up at the sight. He gently stuck his muzzle between her thighs, bumping against her pussy, getting a tiny squeak out of the raptor girl. He wrapped his whole maw around her cunt, slurping at her lips with fervour, circling her clit and rubbing up against it. Kathy gripped the mattress with white knuckles, her mouth open as a cascade of moans left her, her legs shaking with every move the client made. He soon pushed his tongue inside of her lips, the long and forked member able to explore her walls thoroughly, a flood of her honey oozing out, eagerly suckled up by the serpentine man as if his life depended on it. The girl fell down onto her back, the client pulling down her pants off of one leg to give her some space to move, her legs spreading apart instantly. The front of his face was soaked with her juices, as were most of the feathers of her crotch, a pool of spit and pussy juices collecting onto the silk bedsheets. 

Kathy's mind was spinning as she could feel his tongue retracting out of her, Royce standing up as he licked up the remaining fluids off of his lips,
"You're a very eager girl, hungry for the main course it would seem."
He smirked as he rubbed the large bulge on the front of his bathrobe, the raptor's blinking a few times before she quickly reached over for her purse, pulling out a condom,
"Oh, yes, you'll uh... you'll need this. Company policy, you know."
She gulped as she let out a nervous smile, handing the condom to the snake. He grabbed it, holding it for a few seconds before laughing,
"I'm not sure exactly how familiar you are with serpents, my dear little girl, but I hope you brought another one."
He untied the knot holding the bathrobe around his waist, it opening to reveal two red shafts stacked up vertically coming out of a large slit at his crotch, the pair rubbing up against each other and oozing precum. Kathy's eyes widened as she froze up for a few moments, her mouth agape as she stammered. He moved closer to her, resting his cocks on top of her pussy,
"Nothing to be nervous about dear, why don't you take a closer look?"
She sat back up, wrapping a hand around the upper dick, slowly sliding her fingers down it. The tip had a small bumpy ridge on the underside of it, the rest smooth and slick with his precum, a steady stream dripping down from both of the pair and smearing all over her crotch and thighs. She grasped the lower shaft with her other hand, giving them both a few pumps, the client looking down with a smile as he let out a quiet sigh. She brought her right hand up to her face, rolling her fingers around, the sticky and clear precum stretching into long strings as she closed and opened her fingers. She stuck two of the fingers into her mouth, running her tongue over them, tasting his essence. It was salty, just as the precum she had tasted yesterday, but this one had a different, almost grassy and earthy taste to it. 

Royce hopped onto the bed, rolling onto his back and patting his belly with an inviting look, his two cocks throbbing and spraying drops of precum onto his chest. Kathy threw off her jeans and panties, crawling next to him. He handed her the condom and leaned back with an arm under his head as he grinned,
"I don't expect you to stuff both in that little hole of yours, wouldn't want to overexert you of course."
The raptor tore the wrapper open, her hands shaking lightly as she pulled out the latex sleeve, putting it on his lower cock's tip and slowly rolling it down his length. She then climbed on top of him, her legs resting on both sides of his thighs, his tail coiling up and his toes curling up as her belly brushed against his shafts. She squatted over him, supporting herself with both of her hands pushing down on his chest, drops of her honey smattering onto the red shafts. She breathed in, and slowly started lowering herself onto his pole, the tip sinking in as both gave a gasp. The snake was a little bit larger than Whitaker, her pussy getting stretched a step wider than before as he was slipping deeper and deeper. The small ridge on the backside of his cock rubbed against her wall, making for an experience she had never felt before, her tongue lulling out of her maw. She was almost at the base of his cock, her knees trembling as she huffed, the last few inches sinking in, a small bulge forming in her belly. She stood still for a few moments, letting her body get used to the size as he grunted, the girl squeezing and grabbing the shaft inside of her, precum leaking out of both heads. She started pulling herself up off of the shaft, getting halfway before dropping down again, much faster this time around, a moist slurping sound filling the room as she started properly riding him. Her body rubbed up against the other cock as she worked her magic, her realizing and grabbing onto the left out dick, jerking it off while she fucked the other one, both hands running up and down the sizeable pole.

The pair could both feel their orgasms coming close, the snake getting there first on account of the double serving, both cocks twitching as ropes of cum shot out. The dick inside of Kathy only filled the condom, but the one in her hands unloaded directly onto her face, surprising her as sticky seed suddenly splashed on her chin. She quickly ducked down  and wrapped her lips around it, suckling down as much of the cum as she could, much of it dribbling down the sides of her mouth. She let it go with a loud pop as her own orgasm suddenly hit, the shaft inside perfectly rubbing against a particularly sensitive spot as it spasmed. She threw her head back and howled, her cunt gushing with her juices. The client's thighs were soaked by her, and his chest was soaked by himself, as the upper dick shot the remainder of his load all over him. He gave few last thrusts into the girl, grunting and huffing with each one, his tongue instinctually darting out of his mouth. The raptor fell down against his chest, panting with one of the cocks still lodged deep inside of her. The pair took a few minutes to recuperate, Royce wrapping his hands around Kathy's back as her head gently lifted up and down with his chest. Soon she had gathered enough air to shakily get up onto her knees again, slowly pulling herself off of his cock, the condom filled with cum and coated with her juices as it finally popped out. She fell onto the bed on her side, the client quick to get out of bed and lend her his shoulder, lifting her up onto her feet. He gently helped her get dressed up again, sliding her panties and her jeans onto her. Even if a bit sore and wobbly, the girl walked out of the apartment, escorted by the snake, him leaning down and giving her a peck on the cheek at the door. She waved him goodbye before she stepped into the elevator, Royce waving back as she disappeared. The concierge at the lobby looked at her with a smirk as she walked out of the apartment block, Garret's car pulling up to her as soon as she stepped out. She got in, the car taking off as he glanced at her,
"Everything go alright in there?"
"Y...yeah, no problems."
"Good, I'll drive you to the club, you can take a shower and get cleaned up there."
The bull patted her on the shoulder, the raptor's eyelids growing heavier as lights whizzed past the tinted windows. Still leaking the snake's cum into her underwear, Kathy fell asleep, Garret noticing her quiet snoring as he gave a tender smile.