A woman stands on the corner somewhere in Rainside. It's dark out, spotlights of halogen illuminating the sidewalk, turning the sidewalk into a stage.

She wears clothing cut a little too short, that shows a little too much fur, to be waved away as simply daring. This is an outfit that proudly displays its wearer's intent to be noticed, and for it to be on a floor before sunup.

Spring is her favourite time of the year.

"Evenin'," comes a calm voice behind her. She turns, and immediately begins assessing.

He's tall, but she thinks that of anyone taller than she is. Not badly built, though it's not easy to tell with the spring jacket on. Her eyes flick down. He notices. Of course he notices. That's why he stopped.

"How much?"

"...Not here."

They walk, and make arrangements. A nearby motel with cheap rooms. It charges by the hour. There they'll have privacy, and all the time they'll need.

They check into their room. She tries not to look furtive, but he does most of the talking anyway. It feels like he's done this before, lots of times, and the confidence reassures her. She's done this before, too. Just not as much.

Inside the privacy of four walls, they talk. Limitations. What she'll do, and what she won't. What he wants. How those things line up. Money. He's very agreeable with that caramel voice of his. Of course he is. It's what he's there for.

Once they reach an agreement, she enters into another mode. Suddenly sure of herself. She knows this dance intimately, and she knows she's good at it. Kissing, not too hard, not too desperate. Draw out the desire, let it build at its own pace. Clothing comes off. He looks strong. A coyote. Big hands. Knows how to use them.

She gets to her knees and sucks his cock for a while. It feels good, to both of them. She makes sure to give him a good show. The visuals do more for him than how it feels. She aims to please.

More clothing comes off. She gets up on the bed on all fours, her tail all the way up, and her nose practically touching the mattress. Presenting. He grins, gets in behind her, and there is no subtlety to the way he fucks her. Of course there isn't. It's what they're there for. Hard, and fast, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her into him in time with the bucking of his hips. He growls at her. It's music to her ears.

It's not long before she feels what she's been waiting for; he buries himself deep inside, the thickness of his knot slipping slowly inside her until it seats itself. They're thoroughly tied, and soon after, his fingers reach around, at her clit, rubbing hard and fast. She squeezes around his knot, and comes her brains out. Three times.

They spend some time like that, just enjoying the position. They discuss what they liked, how they enjoyed each others' bodies. He strokes her back. She stretches her arms and wags her tail. Eventually he withdraws. He wipes himself off and gets dressed.

"Do you want to use the shower?"

"Nah, I'll want to use mine at home."

"Alright. Then..." she trails off, blushing. Now is when it feels different. Like the transaction it is.

He smiles. "People pay for sex all the time. It ain't a bad thing."

She grabs for her purse. She pays him the negotiated amount.

"Much obliged, ma'am." After polite farewells, he leaves.

She lays back on the bed, feeling sated, pleasantly sore, and for once, clear-headed.

Her fingers wander her body. God, heat can be inconvenient, she thinks, and gets up to pad to the shower.

Still.

Spring is her favourite time of the year.