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"writing": "[b][u][center]Whatever Gets Attention\nKink-Tober 22: Prostitution\nFor Rayo_ElGatubelo\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nAs her ‘manager’ and the other girls of the group boarded the bus, Leqi remained on the sidewalk. She kept her hands in her pockets as the graduating members of the group cheered and giggled and whispered to each other in Korean, keeping a fake smile plastered on her face all the while. Their manager – her teacher – paused in the bus doorway, looking back at her. \n\n“Are you going to be okay getting home on your own?”\n\n“Yes, yes, fine,” she said, shrugging. “Done it loads of times on my own.”\n\n“Alright. Be safe, and don’t do anything stupid. You are close, but you know –”\n\n“Yes, yes, the image of the group.”\n\n“And your own.”\n\nLeqi nodded. Manager didn’t need much more than that; he was looking for a reason to go, anyway, go and party with the other girls that had already learned all their lessons and – more importantly – were bringing in the money for a post-performance party. She was neither of those things. \n\nThe bus door slammed shut, the ancient vehicle chugging out of the alley and turning into traffic. In seconds, it was gone, and she was alone. \n\nLeqi sighed, dropping the smile and pulling her coat a little tighter around her torso. Pale as she was, a lot of the locals in Seoul looked at her like a tourist, and when they got closer, her Chinese features turned it from casual disdain to genuine hostility. Not that she could help that, but it was what it was. \n\n[i]That’s the lie you tell manager,[/i] she thought as she tucked her hands into her pockets. [i]He’s not here to be impressed.[/i]\n\nRounding the alley corner, she ignored the nasty look that she got from an old woman on her way back from one of the corner stores. The old woman muttered something in Korean that she didn’t quite get and was happy enough to leave alone. She knew the tone even if she didn’t know the word: something about her heritage, probably. \n\n[i]If I had any better idea of what to do with myself…[/i]\n\nNo, that was a lie. She sighed as she dug her hands deeper into her pockets, shaking her head as she imagined what she’d do if she had the funds to do anything else. The only other good place for a pretty pop-star on the same continent was Japan, and her Chinese heritage would work against her just as badly there as it did here. Maybe worse. Going home wasn’t an option, not without giving up the idea of going for the super-star stage. \n\nSo, she probably would be doing the same thing, just with a better teacher and maybe some better girls to work with. She sighed. \n\n[i]Well, time to go back to the scummy little apartment, have some dumplings –[/i] \n\nLeqi groaned, slapping her hand across her face. \n\n[i]No, going to have to be noodles. I had the last of my dumplings last night.[/i]\n\nNoodles. Not bad, but not as good as home, and not nearly as good as the dumplings when it came to depression meals. She sighed; so much for a half-decent night in.\n\n[i]Not even sure when I’m going to be able to get more,[/i] she thought, already budgeting the rest of her limited funds as she walked down the sidewalk. [i]Fucking manager’s keeping me on a tight leash as it is, and he’s not giving me much from the concerts. Enough to pay rent, paying me in meals half the time…[/i]\n\nWere there some cans or other things she could pick up and turn in for spare change? Maybe, but that might involve some dumpster diving. Not the worst thing that she’d done, but damn bad, and she didn’t have the time to go back home and change out of her performance look and get into something that could take that. Maybe if she found some spare change, or could make a wish come true – \n\nBEEEEP!\n\nLeqi nearly jumped out of her skin as the car horn blared loud enough to deafen her in one ear. Hissing and muttering in Chinese, she slowly turned around and glared at the culprit. \n\nIt was a white guy. Tourist, from the look of him, and probably American. He had that look, with sunglasses and a t-shirt and driving an expensive car that probably cost more to rent than her apartment did for the month. He looked at her, and then kept on looking. \n\n[i]What are you…[/i]\n\nShe wasn’t dressed particularly stylishly. A green sweater that stopped at her elbows, a gray skirt that buttoned along one side, and faded pink knee-high boots made up the entirety of her outfit, and while she was [i]definitely[/i] better endowed than her group (though definitely not as much as some of the western girls out there), that wasn’t a prominent feature. She put her hand on her hip as she looked back at the driver. \n\n“What do you want?” she asked, forcing the words out one by one in English. \n\n“Huh? Oh.” The white guy chuckled, leaning out the window. “How much?”\n\n“…What?”\n\n“Uh…where’s that fucking dictionary –”\n\n“I understood you the first time,” she said. “I’m just not sure I heard you correctly.”\n\n“Oh, hell yeah. Glad I find one of you that speaks English.”\n\nHe laughed. Leqi was too stunned by the question to respond yet. \n\nHow much? Was he really asking – did he think that she was some kind of prostitute? Well, yes, the skirt was a little short, but that shouldn’t have given him that kind of idea, and hell, there was no way that she was going to spend her night getting fucked. \n\n[i]Not even for some cash?[/i]\n\nWell…\n\n[i]And it’s been a while. And manager doesn’t need to know.[/i]\n\nToo long. Part of the issue of being part of a girl group that was supposed to have a good reputation. Couldn’t tarnish it by being seen with someone like that. Dates were a good way to look like you were just slutting it up with someone instead of just trying to find some company. Manager had shut that down in a hurry when she had broached it as an idea, but – \n\nFuck, she shouldn’t even be considering this. She forced herself to smile, keeping one hand on her hips as she held out a hand. \n\n“Three hundred thousand won to start, plus more for whatever you want to do,” she said. “Unless that’s too rich for –”\n\n“Fuck yeah.”\n\nLeqi stared as he slapped a pile of bills onto her palm. Her mouth hung open as she tried to process what had just happened, but it was all so sudden, so fast. \n\nAdmittedly, that wasn’t very much for Americans. Three hundred thousand won was a little over two hundred dollars for them. Not much for a tourist that could flash this kind of cash and get away with it. \n\n“Well? Get in,” the American said, nodding to the passenger side of his car. \n\n“Yeah…Yeah, sure.”\n\nSliding around the front of the car, she wiggled into the passenger seat and pulled the door shut behind her. By the time that she had her seatbelt on, the driver had already pulled back into the flow of traffic. \n\n“Got a name?” he asked. \n\n“Leqi. You?”\n\n“Eric. Eric Turner,” he said, chuckling. “Man, been a long time since I had an Asian woman. Got a hotel just down the street and –”\n\n“Food first.”\n\n“Huh?”\n\n“I want to eat first,” she said. “I’ll knock 20% off if you buy me a meal.”\n\n“…Heh. Okay. But I get to touch the merchandise in the car while you eat.”\n\n“Deal.”\n\n“Fuck yeah.”\n\nHe reached over and groped her breasts while they drove through traffic. Leqi bit back a grimace, reminding herself that this was a free meal [i]and[/i] free cash for the most part, and she didn’t have to get in too deep with this tourist. He’d probably balk at the idea of paying too much more when she started listing her actual ‘prices’, and then she’d just walk off with the cash that he’d already given her. \n\nThat said, it was still tempting. After all, she hadn’t gotten laid in a while…and it was damn hard to get an actual date even without the manager. Werecats had to play it safe, after all. \n\n#\n\nThe dumplings were cheap but plentiful, and the dipping sauce made up for the lack of juiciness in its contents. She would have preferred some of the pricier soup dumplings that the restaurant offered, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. \n\nThey sat together in a booth at the very back to the restaurant, one of the few token nods it had towards foreigners that didn’t like the rounded, shared tables. Leqi knew that it was mostly to let Eric keep fondling her – which he did, with great eagerness – but her attention was mostly on the dumplings. \n\nMostly, because there was still a part of her that couldn’t quite get around the feeling of being wanted like this. The crowds didn’t want her like this, her manager didn’t want her for her talent, and – \n\n[i]It’s a horny tourist that wants Asian pussy,[/i] she reminded herself, shaking her head as she popped another dumpling past her lips. [i]There’s nothing there but a horny dick that has enough money to get it wet.[/i]\n\nStill. It wasn’t a bad thing. \n\n“So, ready to talk prices?” Eric asked, his hand rubbing up and down her thigh within inches of her pussy. \n\n“Fine,” she said after swallowing. “What does a tourist like you want?”\n\n“Heh, lots. How much for sex without a condom?”\n\n“Without –”\n\n“Hey, just liking to know my options, sexy,” Eric said, leaning a little closer and bringing his fingers right up to the leg-hole of her panties. “How much would it cost me to get in there without a rubber? Or are you one of those girls that only takes a guy all wrapped up?”\n\n[i]Careful. Careful. He already paid three hundred thousand just to have you around and grope you. Pick something higher this time,[/i] she thought. \n\n“Seven-hundred fifty thousand,” she said. “Maybe five-hundred thousand if you put it in my ass.”\n\n“That’s high.”\n\n“Too high for your blood, hmm?”\n\n“Heh, nope, but hey. Hope you’re worth it.”\n\nHer heart skipped a beat. She’d thought that much for a single fuck was going to be too much for Eric. The fact that he was still interested – \n\n“You realize that is just keeping the condom off. It costs more to actually –”\n\n“Yeah, yeah, I get that. What’s the rest of the damage?”\n\n“Well…what do you want?”\n\n“Well, pussy?”\n\n“Five hundred thousand.”\n\n“Good with me. Anal?”\n\n“…Four hundred thousand.”\n\n“Hell yeah. We throw in a titjob and some oral?”\n\n“I – if you had them both – I guess another three-hundred fifty thousand?”\n\n“Okay, so, putting all that together –”\n\n[i]All?![/i]\n\nThe night had already gotten completely out of control; she didn’t know what was going on, or how they were getting through this, but they were already well past anything that she’d planned to do tonight. \n\nBut as his hand worked up and down her thigh, rubbing down to her knee and then right back up to her hip, she couldn’t bring herself to say no. There was something about all of this, all the want that he had, that made her need it. It had been too fucking long since she’d gotten laid, and for fuck’s sake, she deserved some appreciation. \n\nYes, it was a tourist. Yes, it was some asshole that was getting off on treating her like this own personal toy, but fuck. It was one night, one guy, and – \n\n“Two million, five-hundred thousand won,” Eric said. \n\nTwo and a half million won for a single night of spreading her legs. Holy. Fucking. Shit. \n\n[i]I could pay rent and get so much for myself,[/i] she thought. [i]Won’t be rich, but it’d make the rest of the month a lot easier…particularly if manager doesn’t know about it…[/i]\n\nAnd he wouldn’t. She couldn’t tell him without risking all the rest of her training and her career. This had to be stay quiet, and it had to be buried as soon as it was over with. Nobody could know that Leqi, pop-star in training, had gone out and whored herself out one night when she was still learning the ropes. \n\n“Sound good?” Eric asked. \n\n“Yeah…yeah, sounds good.”\n\n“So…”\n\nHe pulled out ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty-thousand and put it on the table. \n\n“Enough to let me finger you?”\n\n“…I…Yes…”\n\n“Fuck yeah.”\n\nLeqi bit her lips as he worked his finger under her panties, sliding it past her pussy lips and inside of her. The fact that she was getting fingered in the back of a dumpling restaurant felt low, kind of seedy, but…\n\nWell, it was also kind of hot for the same reasons. She bit her lips, letting her legs spread as he worked his fingers in and out, two digits sliding into her pussy all the way down to the bottom knuckles and working back and forth. For all that he was just a rich white tourist, he seemed to know what he was doing; she was already a little wet at the idea of what she was doing, but he was getting her more and more riled up by the second. \n\nIn short order, she was huffing, curling her toes in her boots and closing her eyes tight. The dumplings were forgotten as he pumped his fingers in and out, somehow managing to find her best spots without her saying a word. \n\n“Mmmph…ah…”\n\n“Damn, you Asian girls are fucking hot when you get steamy,” Eric muttered, his lips right next to her ears. “Fucking expensive, but fucking worth it.”\n\nAsshole. \n\nDick. \n\nIdiot. \n\nAnd yet, her pussy was clenching harder and harder around his fingers, particularly as – \n\nShe had to cover her mouth to keep the moan inside when he curled them up to her g-spot, rubbing it right on and leaving her hissing through clenched teeth. Her thighs came together, almost pinning his hand in place, yet he still had the strength to keep thrusting his fingers deeper. \n\nIn, out, in, out, grinding right on that sensitive bundle of nerves like he was determined to make her cum right then and there. She hissed and huffed and growled and – \n\nAnd she felt the first little shift starting. \n\n[i]Oh no, no, no, no, no![/i]\n\nIt wasn’t much, just a little tingling itch right at the base of her spine, but it was enough to throw a bucket of cold water on everything that they were doing. The tingle was just the start of some of her fur growing in, the adrenaline of the moment getting to her and sliding past her self-control, but she had to stop it before – \n\nLeqi reached under the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing hard – harder than she meant to. Eric grunted, a muttered ‘the hell?’ all she heard before she pulled his hand back from her pussy. \n\n“N-not yet,” she managed to get out. “Not here.”\n\n“You’re fucking strong.”\n\n“…Did I hurt you?”\n\n“Nah, I’m good, but – you don’t look it.”\n\n“Hotel.”\n\n“Yeah, yeah, I – yeah.”\n\nAdjusting her panties and popping the last of the dumplings into her mouth, she slid out of the booth and hurried on. She stopped at the door, looking over her shoulder, and saw that Eric was following…and he had a look in his eyes that bothered her. \n\n#\n\nThe hotel room, like everything else that Eric had flaunted, was a rich, plush sort of place. Not quite a penthouse, true, but it looked out over Seoul like one, staring right into the lights of downtown and celebrating the sheer richness of neon and bright lights that the downtown had. It wasn’t the same as what she’d seen of Tokyo in the magazines and the internet sites, but it wasn’t far off. \n\nHe sat on the bed, she stood at the window, and neither of them talked. She was still trying to figure out what the hell she was going to say, because…\n\nWell, that near-transformation at the dumpling restaurant had shown her that she wasn’t so in-control of her transformations as she thought. Manager didn’t know about her problem and neither did the other girls that she performed with. The werecat thing was something that she kept to herself, mostly because there were still tales of what happened when normal humans found out about them. \n\nWell, about weres in general. \n\nWell, about anything non-human. \n\n[i]Dammit. This was…[/i]\n\nHer head was still spinning. Caution said to cut this short and give some of the money back and just go, but her pussy was demanding that she find a way to make this work. Fuck caution, she’d almost cum and now she was blueballed. \n\nShe needed this. Not just the money, but the sex, too. \n\n“So, we gonna talk about you crushing my wrist back at the restaurant, Sexy Leqi, or are you gonna stare out the window until I flash more cash?” Eric asked. \n\nWell, that took taking it slowly out of her hands. Leqi rubbed the back of her neck, trying to sort out whether to run – \n\n[i]Not fucking happening,[/i] her libido growled at her. \n\nWell, that left talking about it. And better to get it out now rather than later. If he was going to pay for having no condom on, he might as well know what was going to happen to him. And if he wasn’t going to take it well, better to have it out now while she had a chance to pin him down and deal with it instead of in the middle of whatever they were doing in bed where he might have leverage against her. \n\nIt was one of those things that, even as a werecat, she had to think about. Men were…problematic sometimes. \n\nShe turned around and faced her ‘client.’ Eric was flopped out on the bed, his shirt off, his pants unbuttoned, and his dick in his hand. He was smiling, but it wasn’t quite the same smile as it had been. \n\nHe knew something was up, and he wanted an answer.\n\n“Okay, well…you already guessed that I’m stronger than I look.”\n\n“Yep. That was pretty fucking obvious.”\n\n“Well, I’m not Korean.”\n\n“Does it matter?”\n\n“Well…I’m not exactly human, either.”\n\nBefore he could say anything, she let part of the transformation run through her. She’d gone through it enough times to have a good handle on the shift and knew how to control it when she wasn’t in the middle of something. Oh, she might be a little nervous right now, but that was [i]nothing[/i] compared to trying to control it in the middle of sex, or a fight, or something like that. This was easy compared to that. \n\nShe let the fur flow, running out from the small of her back, the base of her neck, and other places across her body. As she held out her hand, her fingers popped, the joints thickening and her palm widening. Tilting her hand to the side, she let him see as the dark pads started to grow along her hand, how her claws formed as her fingernails tightened, darkened, and lengthened, and how her fur – brown, gray, with a few streaks of white here and there – started to push out through her skin and replace what little body hair she had. \n\nEric didn’t say a word as she felt the fur and fluff pushing out from the neck of her sweater, running out in a wild ruff along her throat and then along the sides of her face. The itch of her whiskers popping in was followed by the burn of them actually stretching out. Awareness of the space around her came in with a rush, reminding her of just how still the air in the room was and other things that she forgot she could feel as a cat. \n\nShe forced the change back from her legs, not wanting to go through the trouble of replacing boots if she ripped through them, but her top threatened to overstretch as the change hit her chest. Her breasts pushed out, not massively far – she wasn’t a kitsune, after all – but far enough. Another half-cup size swelled her shirt outward, making it look fuller, curvier than she actually was, and more of the fur and fluff joined it. \n\nLeqi resisted the urge to reach up and cup the new weight there; it was what she almost always did, but it felt wrong now, particularly with someone watching. She had to focus, focus on keeping the change from rushing out of control, only changing part of herself, not all of – \n\nFace. It was in the face. She tilted her head back, grunting and growling as her teeth started grinding upward, forcing themselves into fanged points. She tilted her head one way, then the other, huffing and snarling from the sensation of her ears pulling up, back, and pulling further at the tips, growing out and becoming feline. The fur tickled as it grew in along the sides and back, fluffing them out, and – \n\nPush. \n\nCrunch. \n\nThe bone-grinding sound of her face pushing out and becoming less and less human hit as hard as ever. It was no longer painful the way that it had been the first time, but there was no way to be entirely comfortable with the grinding, crunching, bone-on-bone feeling of a face warping into a muzzle unless one was a complete psychopath. She held onto that feeling as it kept getting worse, her nose and lips stretching out from the rest of her face and forming a feline muzzle. \n\nIt ended with a flattening of her nostrils, pushing them back in a little bit so that there was no pointed bit, just a smooth joining between her upper jaw and her nose. It was…weird, compared to what it was like as a human, but it worked. \n\nShe stopped it there. Her body from her head to her waist – sans tail – was that of a Pallas cat. She had brown fur at her hands, gray fur leading in, and white fur along her torso and up her neck. Her black hair as a human continued to run down her back and shoulders, braided on either side, but it was almost like a wig now compared to all the fluff that had popped out of her skin in the meantime. \n\nFrom the waist down, she was still human. She had made sure to hold it there, knowing that she couldn’t afford to rip through her clothes when she went home. Even if she did get paid for everything, she wasn’t going to fuck around with that. \n\nAs she caught her breath post-transformation, she made herself look back at Eric. He’d been completely silent over the last few minutes, and she didn’t know what she’d see. Fear? Loathing? Disgust?\n\nNone of the above. She saw him grinning…and then he reached up and pulled back on one lip – \n\nAnd she saw fangs. Wolf fangs. \n\n“…You’re a werewolf?” she muttered. \n\n“Heh, yep.”\n\n“You…fucking…”\n\n“Hey, I was thinking it’d be hot to thrall some hooker, but you ain’t got anything to thrall. Still up for fucking, though?”\n\n“…If you still have the funds.”\n\n“Hell. Fucking. Yeah.”\n\nConfusion, hesitation, anxiety: all of those things burned up in the heat of what was to come. She let the transformation continue down her hips as she all but ripped the buttons of her skirt open, and she leaned against the wall as she wiggled her boots off as the fur raced down her legs. Her tail was growing in already, wiggling out of her spine and starting to sway from side to side as her ankles cracked and her body continued its shift toward its true form. \n\nAcross the room, Eric had tossed his pants to the floor and begun his own transformation. It ripped through with far less elegance, gray patches popping out of his body along his chest, his legs, everywhere in patchwork processes. His legs cracked at the ankles, rising up and becoming paws, the black pads of a wolf spreading out along his toes and the bottoms of his feet. \n\nHer eyes went to his cock as it turned red at the tip, the foreskin bleeding back from it and running away as it turned from human to canine. The tip flattened, then tapered, coming to a sharp point, while the rest of the rod turned redder and redder, losing any of that human softness and becoming something more akin to a breeding weapon. \n\nShe walked to the bed, her forming paws throwing her off for a few steps before she found her balance. Leqi slid into bed, crawling up as her pussy lit up with need. Her juices were already running down her thighs as she imagined what she was going to get. \n\n[i]Money, and sex,[/i] she thought, staring at the reddening cock as the knot started to bulge at the base, growing out as the sheath hugged it just below the bulge. [i]I’m going to get fucked all over, and I’m going to get paid, and I don’t even have to worry about getting pregnant.[/i]\n\nOr at least, she didn’t think so. Her few relations with other weres hadn’t covered that little part, but they were basically different species. \n\nShould be okay. \n\nProbably. \n\nEric growled as his muzzle cracked and popped on the way in. She chuckled, putting one soft hand on his cock and displacing his. \n\n“Going to be putting this in all my holes, then?” she asked. \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Better hope that your wallet doesn’t run out.”\n\n“Sexy Leqi, you better hope that your stamina doesn’t run out.”\n\n“Never fucked a cat before, have you?”\n\n“Heh…never fucked one like you.”\n\n“Well, trust me. We don’t run out of stamina.”\n\nShe turned around, knowing he’d need a minute to get his full transformation done. She spread her cheeks, running one hand between her legs and gathering her fluids from her pussy. Rubbing as much of her slime between her fingers as she could, she pushed them further up under her tail, grinding against her pucker. \n\n[i]Going to need that. I don’t have nearly as much experience…but should be able to take it. Should.[/i]\n\nAnd if she got a little hurt, so what? She fucking needed – \n\n“Come here.”\n\nEric yanked her back, barely giving her the time to rub some of her juices against her other hole. His tapered tip kissed her pucker, ground against her slimed-up hole for half a second, then –\n\nSquelch. \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nIt was hot and hard and it was forcing her wider than she expected. Her fingers curled through the sheets, her claws probably ripping a few places but fuck it, this was a hotel and they could swallow it. \n\nEric pulled himself over her, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her. The only thing that kept it from being agony was his productivity; he was squirting so much pre-cum up her ass that it felt like she was getting an enema of the fucking stuff and it meant that his cock could just keep going…\n\nAnd going…\n\nAnd going…\n\nShe wheezed as it kept sliding in, pain and pleasure mixing together in a fucked-up way that made her wonder if this would be worth it. Going ‘round, raising her tail for cash?\n\n[i]Nnngh…fuck…[/i]\n\nLeast Eric was honest about what he wanted, and as he pressed his chest against her back, his hot breath and lolling tongue against her neck, she could tell that he wanted her. And that throbbing back there – \n\nPulse. Pulse. Pulse. Fuck, she could feel his pulse in her rim, his knot throbbing just on the other side and pulsing away. She rolled her hips back, feeling the sheer tightness and pressure of his cock inside of her pulling at her insides. \n\n“Mmmph…you’re…fucking big,” she muttered. \n\n“And you’re…fucking tight…”\n\n“Fuck yeah?”\n\n“You know it.”\n\nHe started rolling his hips, taking his time to work his cock in and out, something that she was more than grateful for. Every time that he bottomed out inside of her, she wheezed for breath, feeling like the tip was somewhere just under her lungs, but every time he pulled out, she had to hold back from ramming her hips against him to feel it inside again. Too big, too much, but she couldn’t let it stop. \n\nIt didn’t take long for them to start finding a rhythm. She moaned as he fucked her, feeling his hips slapping her ass, his hand on the back of her neck pinning her to the bed, the hot, dangerous feeling of his knot slapping against her pucker. It was all making her hotter and wetter, her pussy soaking his sac every time that he rammed in and slapped his balls against her. In, out, in, out, faster and harder and leaving her pucker feeling almost bruised from how hard his knot slapped against it. \n\n[i]Two and a half million won,[/i] she thought. [i]Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck me you bastard…fuck me and get your money’s worth…I’m going to make you come back and do this again you fucking – mmmmmph![/i]\n\nHe almost got his knot in. The sheer girth of it meant that he could only get about half of it in, but the stretch, the pain, the burning pleasure of being stretched out so far – fuck, the fact that she was doing this for pay – was more than enough to get her off. She moaned, arching her back and squirting on him as she came. \n\n“Mmmph…mmmph…”\n\n“Damn, girl…”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nLeqi trembled as her orgasm rushed over her, barely keeping her mouth shut as she whimpered in pleasure. Of course, Eric didn’t stop – he was still fucking her, still trying to get his knot in – but she wasn’t done yet. This was just the first course, after all. He was paying for all of her holes…and he was going to get them. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A little story that involves some culture clash, a little racism, and a lot of horny need that’s settled with some cash.\n\nTags: M/F, Prostitution, Kink-Tober, KinkTober, Human, Pallas Cat, Wolf, Werecat, Werewolf, Korea, Mild Racism, Racism, Transformation, Fingering, Anal, Orgasm, Squirt, \n",
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Whatever Gets Attention Kink-Tober 22: Prostitution For Rayo_ElGatubelo By Draconicon
As her ‘manager’ and the other girls of the group boarded the bus, Leqi remained on the sidewalk. She kept her hands in her pockets as the graduating members of the group cheered and giggled and whispered to each other in Korean, keeping a fake smile plastered on her face all the while. Their manager – her teacher – paused in the bus doorway, looking back at her.
“Are you going to be okay getting home on your own?”
“Yes, yes, fine,” she said, shrugging. “Done it loads of times on my own.”
“Alright. Be safe, and don’t do anything stupid. You are close, but you know –”
“Yes, yes, the image of the group.”
“And your own.”
Leqi nodded. Manager didn’t need much more than that; he was looking for a reason to go, anyway, go and party with the other girls that had already learned all their lessons and – more importantly – were bringing in the money for a post-performance party. She was neither of those things.
The bus door slammed shut, the ancient vehicle chugging out of the alley and turning into traffic. In seconds, it was gone, and she was alone.
Leqi sighed, dropping the smile and pulling her coat a little tighter around her torso. Pale as she was, a lot of the locals in Seoul looked at her like a tourist, and when they got closer, her Chinese features turned it from casual disdain to genuine hostility. Not that she could help that, but it was what it was.
That’s the lie you tell manager, she thought as she tucked her hands into her pockets. He’s not here to be impressed.
Rounding the alley corner, she ignored the nasty look that she got from an old woman on her way back from one of the corner stores. The old woman muttered something in Korean that she didn’t quite get and was happy enough to leave alone. She knew the tone even if she didn’t know the word: something about her heritage, probably.
If I had any better idea of what to do with myself…
No, that was a lie. She sighed as she dug her hands deeper into her pockets, shaking her head as she imagined what she’d do if she had the funds to do anything else. The only other good place for a pretty pop-star on the same continent was Japan, and her Chinese heritage would work against her just as badly there as it did here. Maybe worse. Going home wasn’t an option, not without giving up the idea of going for the super-star stage.
So, she probably would be doing the same thing, just with a better teacher and maybe some better girls to work with. She sighed.
Well, time to go back to the scummy little apartment, have some dumplings –
Leqi groaned, slapping her hand across her face.
No, going to have to be noodles. I had the last of my dumplings last night.
Noodles. Not bad, but not as good as home, and not nearly as good as the dumplings when it came to depression meals. She sighed; so much for a half-decent night in.
Not even sure when I’m going to be able to get more, she thought, already budgeting the rest of her limited funds as she walked down the sidewalk. Fucking manager’s keeping me on a tight leash as it is, and he’s not giving me much from the concerts. Enough to pay rent, paying me in meals half the time…
Were there some cans or other things she could pick up and turn in for spare change? Maybe, but that might involve some dumpster diving. Not the worst thing that she’d done, but damn bad, and she didn’t have the time to go back home and change out of her performance look and get into something that could take that. Maybe if she found some spare change, or could make a wish come true –
BEEEEP!
Leqi nearly jumped out of her skin as the car horn blared loud enough to deafen her in one ear. Hissing and muttering in Chinese, she slowly turned around and glared at the culprit.
It was a white guy. Tourist, from the look of him, and probably American. He had that look, with sunglasses and a t-shirt and driving an expensive car that probably cost more to rent than her apartment did for the month. He looked at her, and then kept on looking.
What are you…
She wasn’t dressed particularly stylishly. A green sweater that stopped at her elbows, a gray skirt that buttoned along one side, and faded pink knee-high boots made up the entirety of her outfit, and while she was definitely better endowed than her group (though definitely not as much as some of the western girls out there), that wasn’t a prominent feature. She put her hand on her hip as she looked back at the driver.
“What do you want?” she asked, forcing the words out one by one in English.
“Huh? Oh.” The white guy chuckled, leaning out the window. “How much?”
“…What?”
“Uh…where’s that fucking dictionary –”
“I understood you the first time,” she said. “I’m just not sure I heard you correctly.”
“Oh, hell yeah. Glad I find one of you that speaks English.”
He laughed. Leqi was too stunned by the question to respond yet.
How much? Was he really asking – did he think that she was some kind of prostitute? Well, yes, the skirt was a little short, but that shouldn’t have given him that kind of idea, and hell, there was no way that she was going to spend her night getting fucked.
Not even for some cash?
Well…
And it’s been a while. And manager doesn’t need to know.
Too long. Part of the issue of being part of a girl group that was supposed to have a good reputation. Couldn’t tarnish it by being seen with someone like that. Dates were a good way to look like you were just slutting it up with someone instead of just trying to find some company. Manager had shut that down in a hurry when she had broached it as an idea, but –
Fuck, she shouldn’t even be considering this. She forced herself to smile, keeping one hand on her hips as she held out a hand.
“Three hundred thousand won to start, plus more for whatever you want to do,” she said. “Unless that’s too rich for –”
“Fuck yeah.”
Leqi stared as he slapped a pile of bills onto her palm. Her mouth hung open as she tried to process what had just happened, but it was all so sudden, so fast.
Admittedly, that wasn’t very much for Americans. Three hundred thousand won was a little over two hundred dollars for them. Not much for a tourist that could flash this kind of cash and get away with it.
“Well? Get in,” the American said, nodding to the passenger side of his car.
“Yeah…Yeah, sure.”
Sliding around the front of the car, she wiggled into the passenger seat and pulled the door shut behind her. By the time that she had her seatbelt on, the driver had already pulled back into the flow of traffic.
“Got a name?” he asked.
“Leqi. You?”
“Eric. Eric Turner,” he said, chuckling. “Man, been a long time since I had an Asian woman. Got a hotel just down the street and –”
“Food first.”
“Huh?”
“I want to eat first,” she said. “I’ll knock 20% off if you buy me a meal.”
“…Heh. Okay. But I get to touch the merchandise in the car while you eat.”
“Deal.”
“Fuck yeah.”
He reached over and groped her breasts while they drove through traffic. Leqi bit back a grimace, reminding herself that this was a free meal and free cash for the most part, and she didn’t have to get in too deep with this tourist. He’d probably balk at the idea of paying too much more when she started listing her actual ‘prices’, and then she’d just walk off with the cash that he’d already given her.
That said, it was still tempting. After all, she hadn’t gotten laid in a while…and it was damn hard to get an actual date even without the manager. Werecats had to play it safe, after all.
#
The dumplings were cheap but plentiful, and the dipping sauce made up for the lack of juiciness in its contents. She would have preferred some of the pricier soup dumplings that the restaurant offered, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
They sat together in a booth at the very back to the restaurant, one of the few token nods it had towards foreigners that didn’t like the rounded, shared tables. Leqi knew that it was mostly to let Eric keep fondling her – which he did, with great eagerness – but her attention was mostly on the dumplings.
Mostly, because there was still a part of her that couldn’t quite get around the feeling of being wanted like this. The crowds didn’t want her like this, her manager didn’t want her for her talent, and –
It’s a horny tourist that wants Asian pussy, she reminded herself, shaking her head as she popped another dumpling past her lips. There’s nothing there but a horny dick that has enough money to get it wet.
Still. It wasn’t a bad thing.
“So, ready to talk prices?” Eric asked, his hand rubbing up and down her thigh within inches of her pussy.
“Fine,” she said after swallowing. “What does a tourist like you want?”
“Heh, lots. How much for sex without a condom?”
“Without –”
“Hey, just liking to know my options, sexy,” Eric said, leaning a little closer and bringing his fingers right up to the leg-hole of her panties. “How much would it cost me to get in there without a rubber? Or are you one of those girls that only takes a guy all wrapped up?”
Careful. Careful. He already paid three hundred thousand just to have you around and grope you. Pick something higher this time, she thought.
“Seven-hundred fifty thousand,” she said. “Maybe five-hundred thousand if you put it in my ass.”
“That’s high.”
“Too high for your blood, hmm?”
“Heh, nope, but hey. Hope you’re worth it.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She’d thought that much for a single fuck was going to be too much for Eric. The fact that he was still interested –
“You realize that is just keeping the condom off. It costs more to actually –”
“Yeah, yeah, I get that. What’s the rest of the damage?”
“Well…what do you want?”
“Well, pussy?”
“Five hundred thousand.”
“Good with me. Anal?”
“…Four hundred thousand.”
“Hell yeah. We throw in a titjob and some oral?”
“I – if you had them both – I guess another three-hundred fifty thousand?”
“Okay, so, putting all that together –”
All?!
The night had already gotten completely out of control; she didn’t know what was going on, or how they were getting through this, but they were already well past anything that she’d planned to do tonight.
But as his hand worked up and down her thigh, rubbing down to her knee and then right back up to her hip, she couldn’t bring herself to say no. There was something about all of this, all the want that he had, that made her need it. It had been too fucking long since she’d gotten laid, and for fuck’s sake, she deserved some appreciation.
Yes, it was a tourist. Yes, it was some asshole that was getting off on treating her like this own personal toy, but fuck. It was one night, one guy, and –
“Two million, five-hundred thousand won,” Eric said.
Two and a half million won for a single night of spreading her legs. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I could pay rent and get so much for myself, she thought. Won’t be rich, but it’d make the rest of the month a lot easier…particularly if manager doesn’t know about it…
And he wouldn’t. She couldn’t tell him without risking all the rest of her training and her career. This had to be stay quiet, and it had to be buried as soon as it was over with. Nobody could know that Leqi, pop-star in training, had gone out and whored herself out one night when she was still learning the ropes.
“Sound good?” Eric asked.
“Yeah…yeah, sounds good.”
“So…”
He pulled out ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty-thousand and put it on the table.
“Enough to let me finger you?”
“…I…Yes…”
“Fuck yeah.”
Leqi bit her lips as he worked his finger under her panties, sliding it past her pussy lips and inside of her. The fact that she was getting fingered in the back of a dumpling restaurant felt low, kind of seedy, but…
Well, it was also kind of hot for the same reasons. She bit her lips, letting her legs spread as he worked his fingers in and out, two digits sliding into her pussy all the way down to the bottom knuckles and working back and forth. For all that he was just a rich white tourist, he seemed to know what he was doing; she was already a little wet at the idea of what she was doing, but he was getting her more and more riled up by the second.
In short order, she was huffing, curling her toes in her boots and closing her eyes tight. The dumplings were forgotten as he pumped his fingers in and out, somehow managing to find her best spots without her saying a word.
“Mmmph…ah…”
“Damn, you Asian girls are fucking hot when you get steamy,” Eric muttered, his lips right next to her ears. “Fucking expensive, but fucking worth it.”
Asshole.
Dick.
Idiot.
And yet, her pussy was clenching harder and harder around his fingers, particularly as –
She had to cover her mouth to keep the moan inside when he curled them up to her g-spot, rubbing it right on and leaving her hissing through clenched teeth. Her thighs came together, almost pinning his hand in place, yet he still had the strength to keep thrusting his fingers deeper.
In, out, in, out, grinding right on that sensitive bundle of nerves like he was determined to make her cum right then and there. She hissed and huffed and growled and –
And she felt the first little shift starting.
Oh no, no, no, no, no!
It wasn’t much, just a little tingling itch right at the base of her spine, but it was enough to throw a bucket of cold water on everything that they were doing. The tingle was just the start of some of her fur growing in, the adrenaline of the moment getting to her and sliding past her self-control, but she had to stop it before –
Leqi reached under the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing hard – harder than she meant to. Eric grunted, a muttered ‘the hell?’ all she heard before she pulled his hand back from her pussy.
“N-not yet,” she managed to get out. “Not here.”
“You’re fucking strong.”
“…Did I hurt you?”
“Nah, I’m good, but – you don’t look it.”
“Hotel.”
“Yeah, yeah, I – yeah.”
Adjusting her panties and popping the last of the dumplings into her mouth, she slid out of the booth and hurried on. She stopped at the door, looking over her shoulder, and saw that Eric was following…and he had a look in his eyes that bothered her.
#
The hotel room, like everything else that Eric had flaunted, was a rich, plush sort of place. Not quite a penthouse, true, but it looked out over Seoul like one, staring right into the lights of downtown and celebrating the sheer richness of neon and bright lights that the downtown had. It wasn’t the same as what she’d seen of Tokyo in the magazines and the internet sites, but it wasn’t far off.
He sat on the bed, she stood at the window, and neither of them talked. She was still trying to figure out what the hell she was going to say, because…
Well, that near-transformation at the dumpling restaurant had shown her that she wasn’t so in-control of her transformations as she thought. Manager didn’t know about her problem and neither did the other girls that she performed with. The werecat thing was something that she kept to herself, mostly because there were still tales of what happened when normal humans found out about them.
Well, about weres in general.
Well, about anything non-human.
Dammit. This was…
Her head was still spinning. Caution said to cut this short and give some of the money back and just go, but her pussy was demanding that she find a way to make this work. Fuck caution, she’d almost cum and now she was blueballed.
She needed this. Not just the money, but the sex, too.
“So, we gonna talk about you crushing my wrist back at the restaurant, Sexy Leqi, or are you gonna stare out the window until I flash more cash?” Eric asked.
Well, that took taking it slowly out of her hands. Leqi rubbed the back of her neck, trying to sort out whether to run –
Not fucking happening, her libido growled at her.
Well, that left talking about it. And better to get it out now rather than later. If he was going to pay for having no condom on, he might as well know what was going to happen to him. And if he wasn’t going to take it well, better to have it out now while she had a chance to pin him down and deal with it instead of in the middle of whatever they were doing in bed where he might have leverage against her.
It was one of those things that, even as a werecat, she had to think about. Men were…problematic sometimes.
She turned around and faced her ‘client.’ Eric was flopped out on the bed, his shirt off, his pants unbuttoned, and his dick in his hand. He was smiling, but it wasn’t quite the same smile as it had been.
He knew something was up, and he wanted an answer.
“Okay, well…you already guessed that I’m stronger than I look.”
“Yep. That was pretty fucking obvious.”
“Well, I’m not Korean.”
“Does it matter?”
“Well…I’m not exactly human, either.”
Before he could say anything, she let part of the transformation run through her. She’d gone through it enough times to have a good handle on the shift and knew how to control it when she wasn’t in the middle of something. Oh, she might be a little nervous right now, but that was nothing compared to trying to control it in the middle of sex, or a fight, or something like that. This was easy compared to that.
She let the fur flow, running out from the small of her back, the base of her neck, and other places across her body. As she held out her hand, her fingers popped, the joints thickening and her palm widening. Tilting her hand to the side, she let him see as the dark pads started to grow along her hand, how her claws formed as her fingernails tightened, darkened, and lengthened, and how her fur – brown, gray, with a few streaks of white here and there – started to push out through her skin and replace what little body hair she had.
Eric didn’t say a word as she felt the fur and fluff pushing out from the neck of her sweater, running out in a wild ruff along her throat and then along the sides of her face. The itch of her whiskers popping in was followed by the burn of them actually stretching out. Awareness of the space around her came in with a rush, reminding her of just how still the air in the room was and other things that she forgot she could feel as a cat.
She forced the change back from her legs, not wanting to go through the trouble of replacing boots if she ripped through them, but her top threatened to overstretch as the change hit her chest. Her breasts pushed out, not massively far – she wasn’t a kitsune, after all – but far enough. Another half-cup size swelled her shirt outward, making it look fuller, curvier than she actually was, and more of the fur and fluff joined it.
Leqi resisted the urge to reach up and cup the new weight there; it was what she almost always did, but it felt wrong now, particularly with someone watching. She had to focus, focus on keeping the change from rushing out of control, only changing part of herself, not all of –
Face. It was in the face. She tilted her head back, grunting and growling as her teeth started grinding upward, forcing themselves into fanged points. She tilted her head one way, then the other, huffing and snarling from the sensation of her ears pulling up, back, and pulling further at the tips, growing out and becoming feline. The fur tickled as it grew in along the sides and back, fluffing them out, and –
Push.
Crunch.
The bone-grinding sound of her face pushing out and becoming less and less human hit as hard as ever. It was no longer painful the way that it had been the first time, but there was no way to be entirely comfortable with the grinding, crunching, bone-on-bone feeling of a face warping into a muzzle unless one was a complete psychopath. She held onto that feeling as it kept getting worse, her nose and lips stretching out from the rest of her face and forming a feline muzzle.
It ended with a flattening of her nostrils, pushing them back in a little bit so that there was no pointed bit, just a smooth joining between her upper jaw and her nose. It was…weird, compared to what it was like as a human, but it worked.
She stopped it there. Her body from her head to her waist – sans tail – was that of a Pallas cat. She had brown fur at her hands, gray fur leading in, and white fur along her torso and up her neck. Her black hair as a human continued to run down her back and shoulders, braided on either side, but it was almost like a wig now compared to all the fluff that had popped out of her skin in the meantime.
From the waist down, she was still human. She had made sure to hold it there, knowing that she couldn’t afford to rip through her clothes when she went home. Even if she did get paid for everything, she wasn’t going to fuck around with that.
As she caught her breath post-transformation, she made herself look back at Eric. He’d been completely silent over the last few minutes, and she didn’t know what she’d see. Fear? Loathing? Disgust?
None of the above. She saw him grinning…and then he reached up and pulled back on one lip –
And she saw fangs. Wolf fangs.
“…You’re a werewolf?” she muttered.
“Heh, yep.”
“You…fucking…”
“Hey, I was thinking it’d be hot to thrall some hooker, but you ain’t got anything to thrall. Still up for fucking, though?”
“…If you still have the funds.”
“Hell. Fucking. Yeah.”
Confusion, hesitation, anxiety: all of those things burned up in the heat of what was to come. She let the transformation continue down her hips as she all but ripped the buttons of her skirt open, and she leaned against the wall as she wiggled her boots off as the fur raced down her legs. Her tail was growing in already, wiggling out of her spine and starting to sway from side to side as her ankles cracked and her body continued its shift toward its true form.
Across the room, Eric had tossed his pants to the floor and begun his own transformation. It ripped through with far less elegance, gray patches popping out of his body along his chest, his legs, everywhere in patchwork processes. His legs cracked at the ankles, rising up and becoming paws, the black pads of a wolf spreading out along his toes and the bottoms of his feet.
Her eyes went to his cock as it turned red at the tip, the foreskin bleeding back from it and running away as it turned from human to canine. The tip flattened, then tapered, coming to a sharp point, while the rest of the rod turned redder and redder, losing any of that human softness and becoming something more akin to a breeding weapon.
She walked to the bed, her forming paws throwing her off for a few steps before she found her balance. Leqi slid into bed, crawling up as her pussy lit up with need. Her juices were already running down her thighs as she imagined what she was going to get.
Money, and sex, she thought, staring at the reddening cock as the knot started to bulge at the base, growing out as the sheath hugged it just below the bulge. I’m going to get fucked all over, and I’m going to get paid, and I don’t even have to worry about getting pregnant.
Or at least, she didn’t think so. Her few relations with other weres hadn’t covered that little part, but they were basically different species.
Should be okay.
Probably.
Eric growled as his muzzle cracked and popped on the way in. She chuckled, putting one soft hand on his cock and displacing his.
“Going to be putting this in all my holes, then?” she asked.
“Mmmph…”
“Better hope that your wallet doesn’t run out.”
“Sexy Leqi, you better hope that your stamina doesn’t run out.”
“Never fucked a cat before, have you?”
“Heh…never fucked one like you.”
“Well, trust me. We don’t run out of stamina.”
She turned around, knowing he’d need a minute to get his full transformation done. She spread her cheeks, running one hand between her legs and gathering her fluids from her pussy. Rubbing as much of her slime between her fingers as she could, she pushed them further up under her tail, grinding against her pucker.
Going to need that. I don’t have nearly as much experience…but should be able to take it. Should.
And if she got a little hurt, so what? She fucking needed –
“Come here.”
Eric yanked her back, barely giving her the time to rub some of her juices against her other hole. His tapered tip kissed her pucker, ground against her slimed-up hole for half a second, then –
Squelch.
“Mmmph…”
It was hot and hard and it was forcing her wider than she expected. Her fingers curled through the sheets, her claws probably ripping a few places but fuck it, this was a hotel and they could swallow it.
Eric pulled himself over her, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her. The only thing that kept it from being agony was his productivity; he was squirting so much pre-cum up her ass that it felt like she was getting an enema of the fucking stuff and it meant that his cock could just keep going…
And going…
And going…
She wheezed as it kept sliding in, pain and pleasure mixing together in a fucked-up way that made her wonder if this would be worth it. Going ‘round, raising her tail for cash?
Nnngh…fuck…
Least Eric was honest about what he wanted, and as he pressed his chest against her back, his hot breath and lolling tongue against her neck, she could tell that he wanted her. And that throbbing back there –
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Fuck, she could feel his pulse in her rim, his knot throbbing just on the other side and pulsing away. She rolled her hips back, feeling the sheer tightness and pressure of his cock inside of her pulling at her insides.
“Mmmph…you’re…fucking big,” she muttered.
“And you’re…fucking tight…”
“Fuck yeah?”
“You know it.”
He started rolling his hips, taking his time to work his cock in and out, something that she was more than grateful for. Every time that he bottomed out inside of her, she wheezed for breath, feeling like the tip was somewhere just under her lungs, but every time he pulled out, she had to hold back from ramming her hips against him to feel it inside again. Too big, too much, but she couldn’t let it stop.
It didn’t take long for them to start finding a rhythm. She moaned as he fucked her, feeling his hips slapping her ass, his hand on the back of her neck pinning her to the bed, the hot, dangerous feeling of his knot slapping against her pucker. It was all making her hotter and wetter, her pussy soaking his sac every time that he rammed in and slapped his balls against her. In, out, in, out, faster and harder and leaving her pucker feeling almost bruised from how hard his knot slapped against it.
Two and a half million won, she thought. Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck me you bastard…fuck me and get your money’s worth…I’m going to make you come back and do this again you fucking – mmmmmph!
He almost got his knot in. The sheer girth of it meant that he could only get about half of it in, but the stretch, the pain, the burning pleasure of being stretched out so far – fuck, the fact that she was doing this for pay – was more than enough to get her off. She moaned, arching her back and squirting on him as she came.
“Mmmph…mmmph…”
“Damn, girl…”
“Mmmph…”
Leqi trembled as her orgasm rushed over her, barely keeping her mouth shut as she whimpered in pleasure. Of course, Eric didn’t stop – he was still fucking her, still trying to get his knot in – but she wasn’t done yet. This was just the first course, after all. He was paying for all of her holes…and he was going to get them.
The End
Summary: A little story that involves some culture clash, a little racism, and a lot of horny need that’s settled with some cash.