No. We got away with it.

You filter outside of the dressing room once you are all decent again. When you are out in the shop again, you aren’t surprised that no one heard it; it’s gotten relatively busy since you stepped inside.

Arabella says she’s going to step outside to cool off. She doesn’t mention it directly, but you know she’s asking permission. So you casually tell her she can and then get in line to buy the uniforms. The clerks have either changed, or more have come in because there is now an older girl behind the counter with short wavy black hair. She has a black turtle neck sweater and a black heart against her pale cheekbone.

When you place the uniforms on the counter, she follows the plastic bag and finds the barcode before she looks up at you. Her eyes are dark brown. No, green? You squint slightly and try to focus, but all you notice is that her eyes' colors subtly change with every second. She blinks and smirks. “That’ll be 24 dollars even, sir.”

As you fish out your wallet, you apologize. She shrugs. “I get it. A lot of people don't have eyes that change color.”

While she takes the bags and puts them into one larger one, she looks up. “Are these for you?”

“How could you tell?”

Her smirk widens. “You seem like the type.”

You shrug, taking the bag from her. “I hope it fits.”

“I hope I get to see you in it,” she laughs slightly, helping the next person.

…

…

The lights above provide a pleasant change of atmosphere for the area. You join Arabella and wrap yourself around her and kiss her gently. The contrast between this moment and what you two were doing with each other in the dressing room is stark. You could have been mistaken for a loving couple in a serious relationship.

That final thought lingers in your mind for a few seconds, and you blink. Is that possible? You didn’t realize how strong your feelings for her were until you had her in your arms. Your smile straightens, and her expression becomes slightly confused. “What is it?”

To say you loved her might have been too “spur of the moment,” so you just cleared your throat and let go of her. You cut off so many ties with girls you enjoyed being with, and despite your best efforts, Delilah still popped into your mind every so often. You had no doubt you loved her, but for one reason or another, you couldn’t get around to prioritizing her. Arabella, Mikko, Gwendolion… How much of this was tarnished love? You could feel her warmth, her heartbeat, her gaze, her everything. You looked down and shook your head. “Nothing is wrong. I just like being you.”

Arabella smiled, but you could see in her eyes that she knew you were withholding. “We can talk, you know? I’m kind of here to help you. It doesn’t just have to be with your work or your guns?”

Again, you shook your head. “I’ll remember that, but let us head back to the others and make sure they haven’t ordered enough room service to blow our budget, yeah?”

The foxgirl gave a sad smile but then grabbed your wrist. You suspected she was going to press for the thoughts in your mind, but she instead asked what you were planning on eating. In response to that, you asked what she wanted. “Something fast and easy. I’m sure there’s a take-out place nearby that’s still open. Is that OK with you?”

You nod. “That’s OK with me…”

…

…

Arabella beams as you go inside your new temporary home. It’s dark and seemingly empty, but when you turn on the lights, you see that the twins are passed out on the couch. Unsurprisingly, it looks like they did order something to be sent up to the room. You shrug, taking out a take-out box from one of the bags. “Well, I guess it’s good that we didn’t buy them anything.”

Arabella takes a box out too. “There would have been more for us if we did.”

You watch her take her plastic fork and begin eating. You remembered your conflicting feelings and put on a face without meaning to. She’s quick to notice and knits her eyebrows at you. “What is it?”

“Nothing, really,” you consider your lie and sigh. “I don’t know what to do, any of you. I can’t keep all three of you under my wing forever. Something is going to happen sooner or later.”

She swallows, taken aback by the sudden change of mood you’ve put on. “Well, yeah, something is bound to happen, but I’d rather know what happens to any of us if something does occur.”

You nod. “This line of business doesn’t make it easy to make friends.”

“No,” she agrees and then smiles. “But sometimes it makes it easier. Can’t you notice the good a little quicker these days?”

“Eh…” you didn’t, to be honest. Becoming personal with contracts wasn’t smart, but you knew that wasn’t the answer she was looking for. “No. I don’t really think of my contracts as anything above something more than a paycheck.”

Arabella laughs slightly. “Shit. This is how we get to live like princes and princesses, then?” She gestures to the food and the room, making you smile.

You laugh too, have be it, with a tight smile. You start listing off some names of your past lovers until Delilah’s name falls into the air from your mouth. Arabella’s mouth straightens, and the laughter is killed. “Are you doing OK?”

You look at your wrist. Your watch reads a time later than you thought. “I’m tired. Get some sleep. girl.”

“Goodnight, master.”

“Good night.”

…

…

You wake up with an odd sensation emitting from your groin. You could tell your body wasn’t waking up immediately because it wanted to but was interrupted.

You blinked and moved slightly, but whatever else was in bed with you was making sure you weren’t going ANYWHERE.

A groan leaves your mouth, and you recognize it as one of pleasure. Your sense of touch comes rushing in, and you feel A LOT more pleasure coming from your morning wood. “Shit,” you mutter. You rest your head back on your pillow and exhale.

A wet mouth was upon your member, bobbing up and down its length. It wasn’t the first time you’d woken up to this, but you liked it as much as you did the first time.

“Fuuckk,” you murmur. “Gwen, is that you?”

“Mmm~?” The muffled reply makes it difficult for you to judge who’s under there.

“Mikko?”

“Mm-mm-mmm~!!!” Her efforts triple, making you stiffer than a shepherd's staff.

“Arabella?” You ask, your toes curling.

“Mm-mm-mmm!!!”

With no clear answer, you just relax and let whoever’s mouth carry you to ecstasy. A few curses part your mouth in the meantime, and your cock gets harder. Eventually, the mouth is taken away, and it’s replaced with the sand-paper tongue you never got used to. Mikko, Gwendolion, Arabella? You didn’t know which tongue it was, but that first lick from the base and to your tip confirmed that it WAS one of them.

The urge to pull the sheets is taken away— the phantom behavior of your faceless fox drives the levels of lust through the roof.

You exhale and close your eyes as you bring your hands to your face. “Whichever one you are, keep going. I’ll be sure to reward you whenever I’m able to.”

A small giggle comes from your massager, but it isn’t near enough for you to identify who it is. So instead of playing detective, you let your cock get sucked, and your balls are juggled, allowing this to wake you up instead of a coffee.

A few minutes pass, and you subtly thrust forward. This grants you the single-tone musical from the girl between your legs. First, it’s a gag and then a “flwehh” as she recovers from the unexpected push. You can’t help but shiver when you feel the cool breath going over your shaft when she does that, but to say it takes away from the pleasure would be a lie, so you just lay there flexing your cock as she finds her breath again.

You find that you’re nearing your breaking point when she resumes her licks. Your breathing becomes more labored, and you have to adjust your legs, making it seem like you’re squirming. Although perhaps you are twitching, these kinds of treats don’t happen every day, and with your sense still in the process of waking up, it wasn't easy to think of something else.

Your phantom sucker finds your balls again and starts washing each testicle individually while cranking your shaft. All the saliva and spit added since the first time makes this one of the best handjobs you’ve ever been given. Slowly, you throw your hips into the fist that grips you but aren’t as enthusiastic about moving too much because it distracts her from your balls, so you resort to simple movements.

Finally, at your breaking point, you let out an awkward moan before you let her know you are about to cum. A small voice squicks out praise, but you aren’t able to pinpoint its owner still. So instead, you push your hips out and let your cock stretch out like a flag pole.

After giving her a few uninterrupted moments of her own tactics, you fail to withhold your climax and start to release your spunk into her greedy, naughty mouth quietly. She drinks your cum like she’s been craving it since the night before.

“How as that, master?”