You have to work

After you leave the clinic, you head straight to work. It's only as a waiter, but you make surprisingly good money. Especially since it caters to rich, human clientele who want a more personal experience with the supernatural. There are some rules they follow, but for the most part they're allowed to do whatever they want as long as they pay for it. As long as they stay decent and let you work, they're good.

You pass through the front doors, waving at Drake, the host. The human barely pays you any mind. "Section 4!" he calls after you, which you answer with a huff. It isn't a terrible section, but it's more closed off than the rest of the restaurant. A lot of the clients take full advantage of it, pushing against the boundaries. You've caught quite a few older men jacking off under the table, which is strictly against the rules. But they know they can get away with it. By the time you come back with your boss, they've put themselves away. You wonder what you did to piss of the boss this time.

"Good afternoon Takeshi!" a voice shouts. It's Kai, another waiter and your roommate. You give him a soft smile. The older boy is always kind to you. He's the reason you got the job, telling the boss how much revenue a kitsune would bring in. The merman taught you the ropes, helped you get set up in your apartment, and has become something like a brother to you. You're going to miss him when he moves in with his fiancé in a few months, but he's promised to visit often.

"Hello Kai." you say, "Give me a minute to change and I'll be right over."

The mer nods before rushing over to take care of one of his tables. You wince as you see an old man run his hand up and down his scales. Hopefully he won't have to come back here once he's married.

You slip into the bathroom and sigh. While you are thankful to have a job, it doesn't mean that you like it. You've been seen as nothing but a plaything for a majority of your life. It makes you ill to let humans touch you. A kitsune like yourself will outlive generations of humans, you have more power in one tail than they do in their entire bodies. Yet you are at their mercy at the moment. Until you find another way to support yourself or marry another kitsune, you're stuck.

Shaking off your distain, you slip into uniform. Your boss has you dressed in a red and white school-girl uniform. The skirt barely covers your ass and every time your tails move, your customers get a show. The top is tight against your skin, leaving nothing to imagination. Tying your long, black hair into a ponytail finishes the look. You avoid looking at yourself in the mirror, focusing on getting out to work.

When you come out, Kai is waiting for you. "You know you got 4 tonight, right?"

You nod with a huff and Kai laughs. "Come on, it won't be too bad tonight." he says, "I heard some international business rented it out for the night. Half of them are going to be so jetlagged, they won't have the energy to harass you."

"Thanks for the heads-up." you say, perking up a little at that. You aren't in any mood to be manhandled after your time at the clinic.

"So... how did it go?" he asks, eyeing you nervously.

"It went as expected." you say, before getting a little closer to whisper in his ear. You really don't want the staff and the customers to know your results. "I've got the injection."

Kai gives you a sad smile. You both know what comes next. Your roommate is lucky, having found a good man to love him. You... Well, you haven't seen a kitsune here in your entire life. You might have to settle for less to avoid **** breeding.

"Come on, there's some broken cookies in the back. Boss said we can have them as long as we keep a tight ship."

You nod and follow. A little bit of sugar might perk you up a bit. Hopefully it'll be enough to get your through the night.