While the list of demands wasn't too typical, the sort of client Victoria had picked up was. Straight middle class, trying to look far wealthier than he really was, having something to prove by having a woman in his lap and throwing some cash around in a club. It was the kind of ego trip Victoria was used to giving, and so she made sure to follow his instructions to the letter. A nice skirt a bit low around her lower regions (not a difficult feat to achieve for a Gomamon) and a soft sweater vest to complete the look. She looked a bit too overdressed, for sure, but nothing could change her cuteness. The gomamon took a moment to duck into an alleyway to check herself out a last time in a compact mirror from her purse. 

Victoria's hair, normally kept slicked back neatly, was instead washed, conditioned and left to sweep back down her back. Her navy-colored markings were hacked pink, their usual pattern atop her flippers replaced by hearts. Golden hoops dangled from her ears, and cherry-flavored lipstick marked her dainty little lips. She'd hacked her lower stomach for a bit of glide. This was supposed to reduce friction and allow for easier motion on most urban surfaces. She gave her hips a little wiggle to check that it worked as intended, then rolled onto her side and lifted one hind flipper to expose a cute, soft genital slit. It remained indistinct from a pussy as long as the restraining ring remained lodged inside, she put a claw deep inside to double-check. Sure enough, the supple silicone thing was still in place, and it would stay there until the specialized tool back home fished it out. With that, Victoria was good to go!

It was a nice short slide down the street after that, leaving Victoria in line before a rather loud, trashy sort of club. A pair of gatomon bouncers stood beside the doors and checked both a list of names and faces. The pair looked down at Victoria with a long, long stare. She was starting to figure that the outfit was quite inappropriate here. Eventually though, she was let in, and immediately assaulted by incredibly bass-heavy hip hop. She trailed to and fro amid taller digimon, until at last, pretty cyan eyes spotted her client.

The gargomon was topless, as usual for his species. Digimon in general were often refractory to clothing that wasn't absolutely mandatory or hard-coded. The male hadn't seen fit to share a face pic, and the reason for it would now be obvious: he wanted to try and surprise her a little. A black tribal marking possibly inspired off Angemon or Flamon ran from somewhere below his belt to his left nipple. A similar pattern ran down the outside of his left ear.

It was traditional to describe gargomon as having "dadbods". This particular one, though, clearly had put some work in earning that descriptor, and seemed to be entirely oblivious to the gay digimon sitting on the next bar stool over and silently fawning over him. It was hard to blame the Veemon, given that the jeans were bulging out under the pressure of a package that, unlike the Gargomon's face, Victoria had already been treated to. She hadn't even needed to ask, he seemed to want to treat her as a female that much. His eagerness to shoot off pics of his genitals may well have been a factor in him needing to hire her to begin with. The jeans looked good, but to anything more than a casual perusal it would be obvious the rips were an attempt to emulate branded stuff and not genuine. The guy was not incompetent with clothes modding, but he was certainly not a pro.

"Heeeeey!" he waved her over, "Here's my little heartthrob!"

She still tried to put on an air of confidence in her approach despite feeling all the more self-conscious about the outfit that he had called attention to her. The subtle falsetto added to her voice by more hacking helped.

"Sorry for the wait, Babe. I got a bit lost. I'm really not used to this part of town."

A lie: she knew this part of town all too well. It was where countless johns had taken her prior on more lurid dates. This particular venue was new though. Wren, for that was his name, needed to actually step off the stool to reach down with his free arm. The other one held a full tankard of something. Possibly long island iced tea. Barely enough to give the massive guy anything like a buzz. It wasn't that he wasn't flexible enough to reach her, but rather because his package was just that much in the way. He couldn't have been wearing underwear under there. When he grabbed her with just a little more possessiveness than necessary, Victoria got a good look at the gaudy watch and yup. Another knockoff. Better made than the jeans, but not good enough to fool her. Being manhandled wasn't just a normal part of Victoria's job, but was a part of life as Victor. The gomamon frequently needed a bit of help getting around his venues now and again, seeing as they mostly catered to those of a larger persuasion, so he'd come to accept it as just something he'd deal with, lest he digivolve twice over. 

"Let me make it up to you~" he purred.

Flopping back into his seat he brought her to his face, but not before first taking a long sip off his drink. From up close she could see that at least the tattoos were genuine. He even had the fur neatly shaved around them so people would actually see them. An interesting choice: by and large Digimon preferred the painless edits. The nose ring was also genuine, and when he pressed their lips together, she soon found that so was the barbel piercing through his tongue. And she got almost immediately quite intimate with it as he used his powerful organ to force-feed her the alcoholic drink, then explored her mouth as though trying to steal it right back before forcing his tongue all the way into her throat deep enough to make a small bulge on the outside of it.

He would certainly have given fantastic head weren't he too much of a jackass for a girlfriend and too heteronormative for a boyfriend. Being clutched to a massive man like this and forced to take a drink she hadn't wanted was not exactly part of the expected scenario, and not at all fun. The cocktail was shitty, the barbell clacked on her fangs, and the gomamon swore he must've had a tongue mod with just how deep that thing went down her soft throat. Not a reason to pop an emergency roofie and make a break for the doors just yet though. If anything he kissed like he meant it rather than giving a shy guy's peck like many of her usual clients.

She was a smaller creature compared to the gargomon, his rounded gut and those firm pecs that bordered on moobs were almost smothering her more than the hot kiss. When it finally ended, it took a bit of effort to strike a comfortable mid-point between rampant disgust and practiced ease, coming off with a cute, restrained cough and a little giggle.

"Wow baby, you musta' really missed me."

She was playing the cute, innocent sort. An up-town girl he snagged through sheer force of charisma and show of wealth. Her instructions were a little vague, so she had to improvise. Still, she was drawing eyes, incredulous as to how that jackass could pick up a girl like Victoria. She winked at her current boyfriend, turned on her side and started cuddling up to his chest, laying one flipper along the back of his neck to get cozy. He was a jackass, but at least he was a comfy one, and the build was something she couldn't complain about. She had to admit admiration for the tattoo route, going so far as to kiss over those bare spots, subtly feeling the perfect shave there.

She noticed something else about the location as well, that being the distinctly… minimalist choice of clothing most patrons had. The guys were mostly topless, with the girlish sorts wearing the skimpiest things possible to stay decent. All was vulgar and crass in its own all-too-obvious way. A great fit for Wren, but when compared to them, the gomamon looked like she was downright prudish. Besides the lack of panties, the outfit wasn't inherently suggestive compared to everyone around.

"I'm glad you took me here, I just love it already! You have great tastes, but you already know that."

Her free flipper caressed his face, showing some cute affection, far too innocent for the venue, yet it was what he ordered. Maybe he did want her to stick out like a sore thumb...and if the uncomfortable shuffle Victoria gave was any indicator to go off of, it was working. She felt silly like this Not as a girl, not being against her current man, but being so fucking out of place amid the crowd. It was something that irked her on a deep level that only a bit of alcohol would solve... and that was if she was lucky. Her slightly humiliated discomfort was not lost on Wren. He was clearly loving having all these eyes on them. If she played this right, he would probably enjoy the power trip enough for her to talk him into paying more the next time. He cupped her chin and rubbed at it with his thumb in a significantly more gentle manner, if a little awkwardly inexperienced.

"Yeah, I know it's a little out there for ya, but a gal like you's gone around enough to be at home anywhere, right?" Wren joked, pretending to innocently miss on his own blatant double entendre even as nearby clients choked on their drink. He took another gulp of his. "Don't worry though, if there's any pole dancing to be done, it'll be on me~" he added and reached beyondher to adjust his package.

This drew a needy whimper out of the girly Veemon on the next seatal  struggling to not make his erection too obvious. Her stupid date just glared with venomous jealousy at the dragon, managing to misunderstand that as a noise of thirst for the female. There was a sweet giggle as Victoria slid down his body, closer to that immense bulge, and went over it with a protective lower flipper. She added to the pretense with a shockingly vicious look of her own. The dragon shrunk away from the supposed girl's ire. While Wren was unwittingly total gay bait, Victoria passed with flying colors, leaving the veemon thinking that there was really no room for questioning. Maybe it was the slight flash of her slit that did it, or maybe it was the fierceness. That lower flipper rubbed over the curve of that immense package, as if guarding it, or claiming it as her own. It was a delicate situation, but the waifish veemon skittered off, drawing low whistles and laughs from the other clubgoers at the display. Her "boyfriend" had to repress a choke on his frink between the humiliated Veemon and the groping. This was perfectly in line with this club, she'd gotten that right, but he still had not expected it, and the pants completely failed to hide the way his cock visibly twitched to her touch. His expression was a mix of impressedness and surprised satisfaction.

The gargomon cleared his throat to try and regain his composure. It wasn't entirely effective. He just didn't have the experience, much less gaydar to be in this club with a date. When his hand went to cup her butt, it was actually gentle and he even shifted his finger away from her slit when it ended up brushing against it. Was he teasing her, actually trying to be a gentleman, or saving the fun for later? The seal shivered when those thick digits brushed against her slit, still feeling some pleasure indeed. If the ring wasn't lodged deep inside, the gomamon would be at half mast and growing steadily. As it stood, however, a slight drip of pre-cum was doing wonders to make her feel wet. The supple slit even puffed up slightly from arousal that she couldn't quite explain right now.

"So," he addressed her again, "I know you must be parched. What do you want?"

Well, at least he wasn't trying to make her share his drink again. Hopefully not all drinks were as bad as his. Victoria could only hope that maybe the proportions had gotten screwy because no bartender had ever had to make that much of it at once.

"Hmmm, I think I'll just have something fruity. You know I don't like the hard stuff. I really tried it for you, but I just can't stand it. You spoil me so much, better be careful or I'll get used to it. Just remember who you're on a date with if you get a dance or two." She met his cheek with another kiss, seeming to return the little loving touch to her chin, though in truth, it was a mean of subtly whispering to the gargomon, still keeping her falsetto even now. "Sprite and scotch. You can pretend it's your idea."

The gargomon's tongue came out of his mouth like an obscenely long thing to lick at his own cheek, enjoying the flavor of her gloss. Even if her date actively looked around, she was still getting paid. It was his choice if he decided to play the part of faithfulness or not. If not, it just meant she'd play the jealous sort. Wren managed to get enough of a hold onto himself to motion for one of the barmen. The Elecmon waddled along the actual bartop, while his colleague Leomon moved behind it. 

"A Sweetened Deal... with a Cherry Popper," he finally asked, then put his attention back to her, running his mitt from her head to the small of her back, where he scratched lightly at the spot where her tail turned into her back.

She was starting to get into this whole situation, even if his stares and arrogant smirk were a constant source of annoyance. It was hard to ignore the fact that, in spite of his lowbrow attitude and rough demeanor, he was sexy in his own right, having a kind of basic appeal. No real class, but also no pretension: he was hot, and he'd act like the hottest guy in the room if given the chance. There was just something refreshing about that kind of behavior for Victoria, and it was helping her go along with the requested play. If only he could not telegraph just how much he was overcompensating for something… She even met his lips for another kiss—this one given rather than received—with a needy little moan pressed between locked lips. 

When she climbed her way back up, the male playfully clenching his pecs to help her along, he tried his best to return the kiss properly this time. His mouth still tasted of the poorly done mix, but he seemed hungry for something more proper (either that or the taste of her gloss), even though he still lacked the experience to actually provide that propriety, leaving the onus of maintaining the pretense on the girl. It didn't help when his hand grabbed her bottom again. There was more intent in it this time, but at the same time he didn't shove any fingers anywhere. It was clearly a challenge for him to exert the restraint, but as time went on, he seemed to be enjoying that challenge.

His clear arousal just made the whole thing more fun for Victoria. She always felt most comfortable when her client was clearly enjoying himself, and this guy was easier to read than a billboard. Still, it was clear that he was steadily moving towards more lurid actions. His inexperienced, clumsy kissing was starting to betray some kind of passion. He was even picking up on some of her tongueplay, even if only as a crude recreation of tactics. For all the crassness and the fact he was paying for her presence, he seemed to actually want to give her as good a time as he could manage. Hopefully, he'd remember it in the future when he scored a real woman. For now though, it was appreciated, even if he still went far too deep with the kiss, making the poor gomamon whimper slightly. Pulling away, Wren grinned at her:

"Heh, you know me... if I dance, ain't gonna be any room for people to get near!" Although he seemed entirely honest in that statement, this was a strange way to word the boast.

Meanwhile Victoria's drink was getting prepared. It wasn't a complicated drink to make, and it didn't take long, but there was a bit of a surprise. The "Cherry Popper", it turned out, was a maraschino cherry (not a subtle pun) along with a dash of syrup from the container, adding an extra bit of pink to the drink.

"And a straw," he added at the last minute when the drink was about to be finished, then glanced at his date. To be honest he didn't know how she would take it. Some quadruped found it much easier to have drinks that way, others took it almost as an insult. He had enough aquaintances without thumbs that when in doubt, he didn't take a chance.

It was the small things that were keeping Victoria invested with the whole situation: his pecs flexing, the way his groping was going further down, but not getting inside anything…The part that left her actually speechless was the straw, though. As the drink was brought in and the gomamon took it into her flippers, the act broke just that little bit. It wasn't a break in character, but in her mindset: this wasn't a game, in those next few seconds. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and a genuine, beaming smile came to her face.

"...Nobody remembers the straw, not ever. Thank you, baby."

She couldn't stop herself and went in for yet another kiss. One far more loving than she should have given. Quickly she regained her composure and retreated to the cute drink for a long few sips. The smooth scotch hit first, it's bite thrown off by syrup and soda, making for an easy drink that only burned with the alcoholic flavor in her throat after. She knew she shouldn't drink too much of it, pulling her lips away with an approving smile and giggle. "Just what I wanted! You always know what to get, it's why I leave all those choices to you."

It was a precarious situation now, and one that threw Victoria into a myriad of questions, even as that big mitt felt up her soft ass under her skirt. Everything about him came off as a guy just looking for a convincing lay, but the way he seemed to be adjusting to the situation was giving her mixed signals. Was he actively playing with her? Was there just some sort of rough gem hiding there? Having experienced a vague semblance of his tactics, Victoria could see why there was a lack of experience. If his typical cold opener was sending a dick pic and waiting for an answer… He'd probably never managed to actually get to where a girl would give him a chance. The one conclusion she could draw was even though he was paying through the nose, he somehow wanted to make it as close to a genuine date as he could manage. Sure her dates usually played the part, but having one that was committing back as much as she was was sending for a loop.

The gargomon gave a small smirk and she realized she wasn't hiding her thoughts as much as she had hoped. Clearly the big lug was very happy with himself for managing to get her confused. Whatever. She had a cold drink, and the alcohol was helping to melt the thoughtful look from her face. The drink was hard to mess up, and she was feeling a bit warmer. She reached over and set the still half-full glass down to free her flippers, the soft appendages starting to rub over the gargomon's pecs and especially his nipples. He chuckled and gave a small moan as his rather prominent nipples were stimulated, quickly growing erect under her touch while his bulge got a little worse, sadly going unnoticed by the pinniped in the process.

"I'm having lots of fun, aren't you?" she giggled. "You really know how to make a girl have a good time."

A lot of work was spent on those claws: careful dulling to leave them totally harmless and smooth-tipped, a frankly obscene amount of nail polish to give them that pink shade to match her heart markings… All in the name of letting her run them over her clients' bodies. Indeed she was pretty much literally getting all over him at this point.

"Oh yes, yes I am!" he groaned, having to reach to rearrange himself even less subtly then before, if that was possible.

With a pair of big gulps he downed the rest of his drink and grinned at her: "I know exactly what kind of good time we need now that we're done with these." His hand riffled through a pocket. That actually caused his package to shift just from that before he put his payment on the bar. "Let's go groove a little and make all of them even more jealous~."

He scooped her up to nuzzle a little against her face, but now it was his time to whisper in her ear: "You just let me work my junk, and I'll have some space cleared out for you in no time~."

He couldn't possibly be planning to fuck her right there on the dance floor, could he? All Victoria did was give a little nod of confirmation at first, but soon giggled and spoke right back to his ear in that same tiny whisper.

"You do whatever you want with that junk. You won't hear me complaining."

She had to admit to curiosity. If anything he was a surprising client so far, and the little gomamon wanted to know just what he would do. She couldn't help it: a flipper went low to openly stroke over that package, feeling his erection right through the jeans. It went even lower to get just under the gargomon's nuts to try and give them a jostle, only to find weight matching the volume. It was both a little frightening and very funny, what with Gargomons and firepower. Wren couldn't help a big proud grin all around as she groped him, but wasted no time standing up. His marching himself over to the dancefloor did catch a few eyes. She clung more tightly around his shoulders, bracing for whatever he may do. At this point, he could let her go, and she'd dangle there like a living, affectionate necklace, ready to respond to the stares. 

As the larger male began to move, she wondered if that was how he had gotten her on the list. Between the club and her fees this was a significant splurge no doubt, but so far those moves didn't seem to be enough to clinch things. He was a serviceable dancer, but not exactly impressive. Other than being able to handle the way said moves made his junk swing, that is. Victoria might have come in expecting to be the slutty one, but the large male was the one looking ridiculously lewd at the moment, though admittedly it wasn't strictly speaking due to any fault of his own.

She noticed that the crowd had started to give them space and wondered only for a moment what that was about. It wasn't long before the music gave Wren an excuse to get down on his ham-sized hands and launch into a series of flares. Those people who didn't know what to expect—and it was unexpected coming from a Gargomon, a species hardly known for acrobatics—had to scramble out of the way because the male's bodyweight absolutely gave him the momentum to completely ignore their presence if he so wished. 

This soon transitioned to full-on airflares, and Victoria could have eased herself onto the cleared dancefloor space had she wished to. Her initial reaction was amazement, much like those in the crowd who had never before been around the male while he danced. As soon as she got off him and got a good look at those thick, but firm glutes, she noticed two things. The first was the pair of butt slits right below the curve of her date's buttocks. Those had to be unintended, right?

She didn't even try to repress her grin, knowing she could excuse it away easily enough if she had to. What turned this entire scene into pure clownery, though, was the very visible lavender kerchief visible in the male's... left-hand rear pockets. Of course the Veemon would have been gunning for him. Luckily, the flashing dance floor lights did an excellent job to hide the true extent of her mirth. The male finally launched himself back onto his feet with an embarrassingly floor-shaking stomp of his naked feet.

His landing position was a crouch that brought his mouth close to Victoria's face, but his whisper of "Told you I'd have space cleared in no time~" was lost into the music. 

By then Victoria had recovered her composure, leaving her to give a few hearty claps at the display.The blasting music meant little to her: she read his lips quite perfectly, and then met them with a quick, loving kiss. As she made her way onto his body once more, feeling a newfound slight sheen of sweat and increased heat, she spoke right into his big, long ear, being sure he heard what she said.

"Never doubted you for a second, baby. I knew you could do it, I'm just glad I got to see it for myself."

She curled her flippers back over his shoulders and draped herself across with a sweet giggle. She herself wasn't too much of a dancer; what little skill she had involved a pole. The crowd only tightened back slowly, with most folks dancing around the edges for fear of the talented gargomon, though the display certainly drew all the more attention, most notably to Wren's ass. The presence of the Gomamon then brought a whole new set of questions brimming in the onlookers' minds. If things kept going this well, Victoria may even tell him about the hanky code, and just what he's actually advertising. For now though, she could let him stay oblivious.

He looked a little concerned by how little she seemed interested in contributing to the dance. Had he asked or merely suspected, he might not have actually dragged her onto the dance floor, even if that meant not showing off. Such a small partner limited his options, but even if the moves wouldn't have splattered her up on the ceiling, she doubted he would have done lifts or throws. At least she didn't have to feel guilty about not being a good hip hop partner: she wasn't a very good partner to show off any kind of dancing. Before he prepared their exit from the dance floor Wren did make sure to grab a few selfies and quick vids.

At one point he loosened his belt to the point the pants would've fallen off had he not been holding them with his ears. Why? Well, so he could slip his girl halfway into them, of course, her tail, flippers and slit grinding against his half erection and swampy sack. Hah. Why had she gotten so excited again, knowing he was liable to swing right back to this kind of stuff? So there she was getting soaked into a sauna of his musk and big gobs of pre smearing into her skirt. She squirmed from the revolting sensation. That this was all caught onto the selfie vid too did nothing to help, to say the least. They were in public dammit! People were watching. She even spotted the same damn veemon from earlier. Right after that, Wren waddled off the dance floor, clearly a little winded by the effort and with Victoria still tucked in there like he needed an excuse to make his bulging crotch even more pronounced. 

Ah, so he was strong enough to do those sorts of moves, but only for a short time. Made sense, especially with the weight being swung around. He snatched a complimentary water bottle off a nearby table. One had the distinct impression he needed something closer to a water cooler tank. He flopped into a section of sunken seating and let out a contented sigh. One of his ears pulled the hanky out of his poked and... yep, used it to wipe his soaked armpits. And even before that she spotted at least two suspicious stains on the thing. From up close it looked a little more like a bandanna than a proper kerchief. This realization seemed to track with the sudden downward turn of the entire situation

"Finish wiping me down, hun?" he grinned, quickly burning through his accumulated goodwill capital.

As is, even without shoving her head under the hem of the jeans, Victoria was bathed in thick, powerful musk and sweat, the smells all assaulting her nose and leaving her dazed. The club wasn't a particularly nice-smelling place to begin with, but in this lurid holding pouch, the poor gomamon was left to bathe in the stuff. It would surely cling to these clothes for while, and the feeling of being trapped in there was incredibly unpleasant. The slickness from both the soaked fabric and genitals let her move easily enough, but the tightness didn't leave her with the purchase to escape. Not to mention that the general tightness limited her movement. She was then passed the little lavender square, wincing as she took it with one flipper and tried not to smell it too closely. God, he was just putting out so much fucking pre-cum...

Still, she had been given a request. She forced herself lower, panting as she struggled to get some fresher air while that hanky rubbed over the juicy shaft, wiping up as much of the pre-cum as she could before working the other half over his balls. Sure enough, she cut swabs through the sweat and pre, but it was all futile. Soon her clothes were doing more work and soaking it all up. Still, even with a good portion of sweat done, more pre-cum was shot out onto her chest… Fuck, that may have been a deliberate clench on his part to work out a bit of that slick stuff. It was a hot dose of his virile musk shot all too close, and Victoria felt her breathing grow more difficult, the air around her incredibly thick. She reached low, hefting that dick up slightly, just enough to lick the tip clean before tucking it right back down against her body. The nine inches were just slightly above average for a digimon his size. The problem was more the two volleyballs shifting around constantly against her body.

"A-anything for you, sweetheart," she groaned, most of the act momentarily gone from her voice. "Gotta try to keep you cleaner, right...?"

She was struggling, and was already such a fucking mess. It didn't help that some depraved part of her was actually turned on by the whole thing. So was he judging by the noise this was getting out of it. She wondered how close she'd gotten him to blasting off into his pants. When she looked back at him, though, he was staring at her with wide eyes. He reached down and unzipped his pants completely, allowing his erection to spring right back out in plain view. Then the same hand scooped her up and brought Victoria up to his face for another awkward kiss. 

"Don't get me wrong, girl, that was incredibly hot, but I really just meant wiping off my chest," he explained.

Before she could answer, he was pressing his lips to hers again. He couldn't possibly kiss this way without getting a very good taste of his own juices... but he still went for it without a second thought, only barely refraining from the urge to lick right past Victoria's tonsils. His pole throbbed against her rear end. No getting that thing back into those pants now… Well, one thing in his favor: he sure wasn't insecure over his own taste and smell the way she'd known other males to be.

So he apparently wasn't going to fuck her on the dance floor, but here was fine?! As she glanced around, she could see they weren't the only ones getting handsier there though. Seemed like these pits weren't for lounging so much for getting freaky, and no one was really batting an eye at them. Indeed a threesome was going on in the next pit over. Judging from the increased energy from her date, the gargomon had planned for this from the beginning. This was probably a fantasy years in the making.

Things got a little blurry at that point. Wren had warned her that he was a virgin, but she'd taken the job knowing full well what she was getting in, what with the dick pic that had served as the male's opener.The Gargomon fucked her slit deep and hard until he poured his load inside, complimenting her loudly on her tightness the whole time. He barely noticed when his thumb accidentally slipped right up her anus. The ordeal attracted a fair share of attention but somehow the Gargomon didn't seem bothered to have those eyes on him for his first time fucking. Heck, he didn't even notice when a stray bit of cum from a spectator splattered on his chest. Of course at that point his crotch was completely soaked in semen, so getting upset would've been kinda hypocritical anyway. In fact, his whole pants were arguably ruined from the backsplash out of Victoria's slit. He had made as huge a load as she had expected from those balls, and the gomamon's hole was nowhere near capable of handling the whole amount. On the upside, she could cum as much as she wanted and no one ever knew.

What prompted him to ask first whether Victoria wanted the next one in the butt? Was he trying to keep the mess in check for his second load? Did he want to get extra freaky since he didn't know whether he would ever get another chance? Did he, somehow, somewhere at the back of his mind figure that it would probably be more pleasurable for the seal? Whatever the response was, Victoria wondered after the fact, her belly already bulging from the cock alone, and now visibly bloated from the semen, why she'd said yes. 

Poor Victoria was intensely lost in the feelings swimming in her head, as well as her belly. She had been fucked so very thoroughly in front of everyone, her eyes shifting from person to person amid the watching crowd. She had felt undenieable pride for inspiring some to also get to fucking thanks to the lurid display, but her eyes kept coming back to Wren's face as he worked her out. He wasn't smirking at her. No trace of that harsh, wicked glint that so many of her clients had.  Oh it wasn't pretty. His face was ugly, uncoordinated, but also completely genuine when he fucked: every little expression was 100% a result of what he was feeling. That he was so willing to abandon himself in the act was charming in its own right, even as he re-arranged the gomamon's guts with his vicious fucking and left her feeling ready to pop with his second load. Wren somehow managed to button his pants back, leaving the thick fleshy pole buried as far up his "girlfriend"'s ass as it could go. 

"Alright, Vicky... This was amazing and all, but I should really think about getting home," he panted with a satisfied grin. "What ya think, hun?"

He leaned down for a last kiss. This one was not dominant, or possessive or a poor attempt at being seductive. I was just plain sloppy with horniness. Barely in control. Despite his statement to the contrary, it left one with the distinct impression the big dumbass was struggling to not rut into her again. Or at the very least that he was planning to go home and spend quite a while jerking off before collapsing in bed. As Wren stood up, she pressed herself firmly into his chest.

"Hey hun?" she groaned, pulling herself together to keep up the charade just a little more, "You think you can get me home?"

After all that fucking, Wren didn't seem to casre about his own state. There was a messy trail behind them, but the gargomon didn't care. His pants were a wreck he needed to get out of asap or they'd end up glued to himf, but he didn't care. He was very satisfied and had a little distracted look that left her smiling: he was obviously already thinking about what he'd do next time. That was a common enough reaction. Once they'd had a taste, they couldn't go on without it. And he had been especially needy, for sure.

He made his way toward his flatbed truck. This was a vehicle that had seen some use, but it was still well-maintained and not  banged up. The explanation was plain to see as it was lettered on its side with the name of her client's general contracting company. Wrenovations. She rolled her eyes at the pun. He hadn't mentioned his job, but it did explain part of his attitude and his build, for sure. He threw the passenger door open and paused with a groan at the tool belts covering the seat.

"Gimme a moment..."

He was right about to pull her off his dick when she gripped the larger male's pecs to push herself down again, stubbornly staying on that dick. At this point, it was a relatively easy gliding all the way down to the base and it elicited a needy moan from her despite how completely wrecked her ass felt.

"Hold on, don't worry about it! We'll just...I mean, you can drive with me stuck on your dick, right? If you pull outta' me now, it's just gonna mess up your car. That, and...well… the evening's not over and maybe you'll decide to put another load in me before we arrive."

There it was: a little professional charm to hide how much she was loving this dick. She reached up and ran her smooth, blunted claws across his cheek, being really sweet about the whole gesture before rolling her hips down again. Gotta make sure she was nice and snug on him, even if the motion got a little feminine whine out of her. She then reached back to tug Wren's waistband up as well, ensuring she was stuck down there, even if steering and sitting would be a bit awkward. 

 "Th-there. Better, nice and secure. It'll be the first time I've ever given a ride while getting a ride. I'm kinda looking forward to it."

Wren mistook her groan and even if he didn't question it too much, slamming the door shut and making his way over to the driver's side, he did ask with a little lip bite of his own: "You sure you can handle more of that?"

He would indubitably screw "her" into next week, but his concern was a whole brand of cute. She gave a little giggle. In her mind he had already gotten himself a discount on his next date, and he was obviously worried about that possibly not happening. Once she'd reassured him some more, getting a strong flex of his meat for her trouble, he slid himself into place and made his way out of the parking lot. He was still careful to not make the ride rougher than necessary. Just another detail to add to the long list of things leaving her with conflicted thoughts. After a couple minutes of awkward silence, Wren finally piped up with a most rather relevant question.

"Erm... It's all nice and good but... Are you gonna tell me your address or just keep clenching and try to make me cum without moving?" he panted lightly.

"Oh fuck, right. It's...kinda far from here, kinda. 5183 Silver Avenue."

She said it casually, but by 

It was spoken with such casualness, but she was a little concerned about his reaction.As much as he clearly attempted and failed to mimic their lifestyle, Wren seemed to have little experience driving in this part of town. He didn't seem to register the address's significance until they got almost stuck at the gate. Further up the street was Shining Heights, the high-end apartment complex set in a gleaming, slightly curved skyscraper where she lived. The tower stood tall in the night sky, catching any city light it could and still shining in the dark sky, blotting out the stars with its ambient glow. Wren's eyes looked like they were going to pop right out and bounce across the pavement.

"What the f--" he mouthed while maneuvering his flatbead amid high-end sedans and SUV's, luxury vehicles one and all.

It stuck out like a sore thumb. He rubbed the back of his his head and was about to say something when Victoria interrupted. She'd had time to come to a decision, and it wasn't even influenced by how much a mess this was going to be.

 "W-wait!! Wait wait wait, please, I have an-...I have an offer. Nobody said this night had to end here. Just because we're here doesn't mean we've gotta go our own separate ways."

He looked more than a little surprised and she couldn't blame him. She had been flatly professional about the business aspects so far. Her other clients would have been surprised even.

"We could… We could keep fucking beyond that. Leave the mess up there. Go home in the morning. No extra fees, all on the house."

There was stunned silence for a moment