We should stop...

“We shouldn’t continue,” you mumble, feeling your balls soften and sag. The intensity of the moment finally begins to fade. You draw a long breath and rub your face. “Holy fuck.”

Arabella plants a wet kiss on your package. She sits up and rolls her shoulders. “Thank you, master,” she grins, and you exhale. Your mind is still reeling in afterthoughts of pleasure. She didn’t even bother tucking you away, so your cock is out with the rest of your manhood.

You roll out of bed only when you hear the door click on her exit. You rinse off the day in the shower and get ready for bed, getting a surprisingly good rest before waking up.

On your way out, you run into all the girls. Mikko, Gwendolion, Scarlet, and of course Arabella. They’re all dressed for work now, a stranger sight than you thought it would have been. If you lived in an apartment building or house, this would have been more akin to a strange family reunion than a do-or-die job.

You walk all the way down to the elevator and filter inside. Scarlet is pale when she steps in and is the first out when it stops at the lobby. The foxgirls lag behind her so they can speak to you more freely.

“Are you excited to work today?” Mikko giggles. “This is just like a regular life, isn’t it? Working with your friends every day?”

“Not exactly,” Arabella mumbles. “There are much better options for living, and I wouldn’t say this is a normal cycle for a daily routine.”

You look at Mikko. “As long as you’re not doing what I'm doing, I think it’s relatively normal.”

“Told you so,” Mikko whispers at Arabella.

Gwendolion slides next to you. You feel the heat of her hand getting close as she almost holds your hand, but she decides at the last moment, not when she notices the other contractors in the lobby. Instead, she whispers. “You should come by my stand today. I’d love to see you.”

Arabella teases Mikko about being normal while regarding some background that wasn’t dirty or unforgiving. It’s innocent enough, and soon, they’re laughing about something. You tilt your head close to Gwendolion. “I’ll try, but… You know I’m on contract.”

She nods. “Sure, I understand. I won’t hold it against you. I’m the only one holding a stand by myself today. You know? The others are on stocking or backroom duty.”

“Good work,” you say. “How’d you manage that?”

Gwendolion blushed. “I’m just…I don’t know… I guess they liked me, is all. They told me I’d be good with people.”

You tell Gwendolion that you’re proud of her– if not a little impressed by her “upgrade” among the other 2 foxgirls. Gwendolion doesn’t try to hide her beam. She puffs her chest and hugs you. There’s no lewd intention or even sense coming from her. Instead, it’s a brief and wholesome show of affection. And after that, she bounds off ahead of the others.

Scarlet waves the other contractors off, yawning and stretching as they discuss details with each other—apparently, details that are unimportant to you. Scarlet regards the foxgirls as she chews on a candy bar before she finally looks over at you. “Good morning, Warren,” she draws on tiredly. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a puppy,” you remark. “You?”

“Not well,” she responds with a grimace. “Feeling good about today?”

You shrug. You hadn’t felt anything about this contract; this whole gig, in general, seems…damn near pointless if you had to be honest. “Scarlet, what do you want me to say? This is the easiest security contract I’ve had since my first year as a contractor with no background.”

Scarlet guides you out. The foxgirls had long ago left, and now you were approaching them from behind. Surprisingly, you see Half-Gob and the others chatting with them. What surprises you is seeing a man approach you in a complete circus security kit– he has a dog on a leash as he advances toward you and Scarlet. He looks at you and then at Scarlet. “Good morning, guys,” his voice is gravelly like he’d been **** back a pound of sick with him since birth. “Here’s your buddy for the weekend.”

“What is it?” You ask, bending your knees to pat the dog on its head.

The man nods his head left and right. “I couldn’t tell you. I think it’s a German shepherd.”

“Australian Cattle Dog,” Scarlet takes the leash and clicks her tongue with the pooch but keeps him close enough to you so you can keep petting him. “What is her name? Or his?”

“Bones,” the man replies. “Some kids tried to call’em Boner, but that wouldn’t slide with the rest of us.”

“Wouldn’t have slid well with me,” Scarlet kneels beside you and pats the dog’s head. Judging by her motions, you see she’s already in love with it but restrains her desire to pet the dog more to retain a professional appearance. “Thanks, Doyle. I’ll make sure he doesn’t get hurt.”

Doyle smiles and regards the dog as she holds the leash. “He’s adored by the group, so that would be a good thing to do,” he looks at you and offers his hand. “Ah, Warren Visser, it’s good to see someone with an extensive background get hired by the circus. It’ll be a pleasure working with a contractor of your status.”

You shake his hand. “Thank Scarlet, she brought me here to join rank.”

Doyle grinned and laughed slightly. “She spoke highly of you in our private meeting with the bosses. I have no doubt that you two are more of a pair than a solo coat.”

You’re surprised to hear Scarlet speaking highly of anyone, regardless of your competition. You release his hand. “She’s a hard one to please,” you both laugh, and Doyle says she seems the type. You look back at Scarlet and see her fighting a smile as she tries to look away.

Before Doyle leaves, he stops and hands Scarlet a small container. “This is the only pack I could 'lose track' of. Enjoy it.”

The pack reads. “Kicker, a product of Sweden.” Doyle walks off, adjusting the sling of his rifle. “What’s that?”

She opens it, produces a small white pouch, and sticks it to her gums. “Kicker… Or Zyn, depending where’s from. Expensive and gross. Trust me, you don’t want me to share it.”

You couldn’t read Scarlet's expression when she explained that you didn’t want any of the “Zyns,” but you didn’t need to dive into the subject. Unless they were severely addictive, what harm was there to worry about? None.

The rest of the morning before the amusement park opened was spent reviewing the routes again, rehearsing the exits, entry points, dangers, and what unwanted visitors might come over the weekend…

For the most part, the first day goes by without any hitches, and there aren’t too many people that come in to begin with. However, it builds a pleasant atmosphere of what your workload will be like. If it will be this easy for the next few days, you can chalk up this entire gig as a training exercise with good company.

Speaking of good company, Scarlet overlooks a position as she lights another cigarette. In her other hand, she holds a cup of recently brewed coffee from one of the many stands erected around the park. You have a hold of Bones, who has seated himself promptly beside you. You walk, and he follows behind. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Scarlet doesn’t sound fine, but you aren’t going to pry into her psyche. “You want a break, Warren?”

“Your call, boss girl. This whole day’s been cake. No energy spent, just walking the dog.”

Scarlet drags hard on the cigarette and smudges it on the heel of her boot. She waves at the leash and takes it from you. She looks like hell, so whatever is eating her and carving deep. It’s a wonder she’s been able to keep her head on straight for as long as she has…

The second look she gives you is suddenly full of human emotion. It's sad, and she looks horribly lost in the glow of all the lights from the rides. “You want a break?”