Kay remembered thinking that a bathhouse was an odd concept for the modern day. He considered the idea too foreign before taking the job. People were too individualistic to enjoy bathing together, too ashamed of their own bodies despite the media pushing for body positivity. The siamese cat took it because he needed money, originally pursuing it part-time. After a few visits from certain clients and learning the special privileges of such members, he decided to go on full-time.


Though full-time wasn’t really full-time. It paid like a full work week, but it was during the official off hours for the bathhouse. Where Kay’s uniform turned to nothing but a white thong and matching tight top that left little to the imagination for returning and new customers alike. He wasn’t the only one working that night. The bathhouse hired both men and women to service all kinds of desires. He was, however, the only one manning the front desk, where he lazily cradled his head against his arm and stared with an absent expression at the clock. Without wifi or any bars, his phone was no better than a brick. He made a mental note to get an audiobook one day, just to pass the time.


The bell chime rattled his ears. With a demure service smile, Kay watched three burly men walk through the front door. A bear and repeat customer, a tiger who’d only been there once before, and a hyena who looked half-turtle by how he sank his neck into his chest. The cat tried not to snicker at it. First-timers were cute and teasing them would just scare them off. 


“Kay!” Barry, the bear, beamed to the desk. Thick arms built from hard labor rested just out of the cat’s gaze, urging him to peer down despite professional courtesy. “You working back tonight?”


“I could be,” Kay leaned in, two fingers climbing up the bear’s muscled arm. “But I’ve got desk duty first. Someone’s gotta hold the fort.”


“Not much of a line to wait for,” Tom, the tiger, snorted. “Sure you can’t come around? I’m willing to pay extra for my buddy’s first experience here.” He jostled the hyena who laughed as all spotted hyenas laughed when nervous. A whooping cackle. “His name’s Hank.” The hyena glared. Tom shrugged, “What? I can’t wait the entire night for you to introduce yourself.”


Hank, like Tom and Barry, had a gut packed underneath his winter jacket. Even cuter with his winter coat growing underneath the layers. “By extra, I assume you mean the special package? I can get someone. Rodney maybe.”


“Rodney’s nice, but not you nice.” Barry grinned. “How about the special package with a matching tip? It’s Hank’s birthday after all.”


Hank blinked twice, breaking his nervous stupor. “No it isn’t.” 


Tom nudged him. “Yes, it is.”


Now Kay couldn’t hide his snicker. “I’m sure I can find something special for a birthday boy. But no promises.” That seemed to raise Barry’s spirits as the bear slid him his card. Kay caught a glance at all three bums of the men as they left for the lockers, still grinning when they vanished behind a swinging door. 


Like with all customers they paid upfront. Store policy to avoid people dashing after their service. It had been in place long before Kay started working there so the cat never found much reason for it. What it did allow was letting him see just how much extra they were paying, enough that his eyes would turn to dollar signs if in a cartoon.


“Well…can’t say no to that.” He said to himself, smiling as he found someone to cover his shift. The bathhouse had plenty of rooms, each with thick walls to ensure privacy for even their most vocal guests. Upon reaching Barry’s door he popped a complimentary bottle of wine and stripped down, tossing his garments to the nearest hamper. 


Steam wafted through the air like a fog. Not so thick he couldn’t spot the three men lounging in their shared bath that sank into the earth like a pool, but enough that Kay wafted it away upon entry. “On the house, gentlemen,” Kay bowed and presented the bottle. Hank’s whooping cackle bounced off the tiled floor in response. 


“Well, isn’t that sweet of you?” Barry brushed his hand against the cat’s ankle. Though submerged from the waist down, Kay could spot his cock burgeoning out from his sheath. Slowly but surely, eager for the cat’s touch. 


“Why don’t you set that down and come in?” Barry curled his finger with his invitation. Knowing not to rush, Kay sauntered into the shared bath. It was large enough that the three men could keep each other away at leg length, and deep enough for Kay’s waist. Barry yanked him over when he got close, legging his bare bottom rest against the beer belly and growing cock. Big fingers pinched and pulled at his nipples as the bear’s nose brushed by his neck, sniffing in the cat’s scent. Kay moaned through bitten lips, puffing his chest out for the others to see.


“We…” The hyena gulped, “We’re really doing this?”


“Hank, relax.” Tom wrapped one arm around his friend’s shoulder. The other sank beneath the water, fondling the hyena’s cock to erection. “Barry's been here lots of times. I hardly believed it myself when I first came. It’s all perfectly safe. Besides, you need this after that bitch left you.”


Kay would have commented if not for Barry’s lips on his. The bear greedily sucked in his breath and slipped his tongue inside. Kay didn’t bother wrestling it, knowing how much the bear loved control. 


“Show him a good time,” Barry said, directing Kay’s face to the hyena. Erect and eager, the cat nodded and sank under the water. Hank’s cock stood tall in the warm water. Not the biggest he’d seen, but he never cared for size. He pumped from base to tip, then suckled before taking the rod into his maw. He could not hear the hyena’s moans through the water, but Kay could feel his tension relax. He was nothing but clay to the cat. The better to mold him for relaxation. His favorite part of the job by far.


Cum hit the back of his throat. Kay gagged, sucking in water as he pulled back and broke the surface. Barry laughed, “Christ, Hank. You didn’t even last. What have you not been jackin it?” His heavy hand patted Kay’s back like a newborn baby coughing. 


The hyena sank into the water, hiding his shame despite letting his head stick out like a crocodile. Tom laughed softly, “Lighten up, Barry. He likely wasn’t getting any head from his ex. It’s amazing you didn’t dumb her first.”


The tiger pulled Kay in, letting the cat rest against the thick stomach. “Mind if I take a turn now?” Kay smiled and shook his head. Tom took him by surprise when he pulled him halfway out of the bath, resting his ass high on the edge where two strong worker hands spread his supple cheeks. From the steam-fogged mirror next to the bath, he saw Tom lick his lips and dive, letting a wide tongue drag against his loose pucker. 


Normally the rimmer, Kay caught himself moaning at the warm muscle exploring his hole. His erection brushed up against the railing’s tiles while the tiger ate him out. Eager to lather his prostate with saliva. He peered up at the reflection, spotting Barry and Hank locking lips with one another. The bear’s cock overshadowed his friend’s, but Hank’s was getting the attention from the meaty paws. “Who’s my bottom bitch?” Barry growled with both care and aggression.


“I am…” Hank said with a gulp, gasping when the bear squeezed his nuts. “I am, sir.” 


“Good boy,” Barry teased, still squeezing judging by the hyena’s open maw of pleasured pain. “Good bitch.” Kay didn’t realize that the trio were much more than friends. If Tom wasn’t kissing his asshole so greedily, he might have been jealous. 


Taking one of the lube bottles next to the bath, Tom spurted several dollops over his fingers. Kay bit his lip as the skilled digits massaged his hole, slipping two in easily. “Such a greedy whore,” the tiger purred, “I can slip four without a problem. Maybe I should fist you?” 


Grinning, Kay arched back to the tiger, “You might have too if Barry wants me.”


Tom’s face dropped. Barry laughed. Hank was too busy suckling the bear’s cockhead to add much. With sharp fangs the tiger grinned, pulling out his hand to line his cock up at the waiting hole. He offered no pleasantries or teases, just pure force. Kay didn’t even bother biting his lip as the tiger pushed in with one thrust. Not because it wasn’t enjoyable. Tom was just the kind of customer that needed to be egged on. To cement his status, even if no one else cared about it. 


He pulled out halfway and slammed down, grinding Kay’s cock against the tub’s railing. Bathwater rocked from him, forming small waves that crashed over the edge to form puddles off the side. The cat mumbled for more, throwing praises and challenges the tiger’s way until Tom silenced him with a swift grab of his throat, pulling his back to his chest so every body shaking thrust rocked Kay’s own erection in the open air.


Kay needed more than Tom’s enthusiasm could offer. He pushed back and squeezed, working the tiger’s cock for all it was worth but it wasn’t enough. Tom knew it too, even as it shortened the cat’s breath to bolster the pleasure with a hint of threat. The cat expected the tiger to give up and focus on his own pleasure, as every client eventually did. His pleasure was secondary after all.


Tom did give up but he did not finish inside him. He sighed and pulled out, grinning as he turned to his companions. “Hank, sit up.”


Hank asked why through a mouthful of cock. Barry forced him up while Tom pulled Kay over to straddle the hyena. The bashful yeen’s cock lined up at the waiting hole underwater, slipping in as Tom pushed Kay down. The cat bit his lower lip as the tiger’s cock joined, filling his ass with two warm pulsing rods.


“D-Do I thrust up?” Hank stuttered, nerves and arousal bubbling at the surface. 


“Nah, you stay fucking still.” Tom held Kay by the hips, “And let me frot you while I fuck him. Like a good bitch.”


Before Kay could comment Barry grabbed his head. His fat cock glistening with hyena spit. He dragged it across Kay’s snout, overwhelming him with the subtle scent of his masculine pride. Sometimes he wished they weren’t in a bath so he could dig deep with the bear’s musk. 


“Open wide.” Kay followed the command before he heard it as big hands held his head. His jaw stretched with the cock’s entry, eyes rolling behind him as the bear slammed himself down the cat’s throat. He held Hank for balance, who in turn had his own fingers dug into Kay’s side. Drool and pre-cum spilled from Kay’s mouth, rocking with the heavy face fucking that sent the bear’s balls slapping his chin. All the way Tom’s cock rode him hard, with Hank’s pressed down against the cat’s prostate. Each thrust rubbing it, teasing it, keeping Kay at a knife's edge of pleasure. 


The waves sloshed. Barry growled, starting to force Kay’s head into a rhythm with his rod. The cat struggled to breathe, his claws digging deeper into the hyena’s arms who only giggled breathlessly. 


Hank broke first. He howled, hugging Kay close to keep him still as he filled him. Tom sped up, using the newfound seed as lubricant. To Kay’s dismay, Barry pulled out and shoved his cock deep into Hank to silence the cry. Not before slapping the cat’s face with his cock, splattering his cheek with spit and pre. 


It pulsed in Hank’s maw. Noting the white goo seeping from the hyena’s lips, Kay leaned down to lick it clean as Tom roared with ecstasy, filling his backside and pulling out to launch seed after seed onto the bare bottom. Barry withdrew from the hyena. Before the bitch of the friend group could sputter, Kay locked lips and sucked the bear’s cum from his throat. 


They all collapsed back into the waters. Hank spoke first, after a moment of heavy breathing and coughing. “Holy fuck…that was…wow.”


Kay grinned, twirling his finger between the hyena’s pecs. “I hope you’re not too tired. You guys paid for several hours."