Pay With your Wife's Pussy

The snow leopard, who seems to be the leader of the three workers, tilts his head and turns his attention away from the hyena and on to you. "Alright, you've got my attention," he admits, looking at you expectantly.

"I'm not paying in cash," you reply with an amused snort. "I'm paying in pussy. My wife's. She's a cow, biggest tits and the wettest snatch you've ever seen. Feels even better around a cock."

The two other furs standing behind the leopard seem to be quite interested, if the gleams in their eyes and the bulges in their pants are any indication. The manager, though, seems suspicious. "Oh, really? And she'll just let us?"

You break into laughter for several long moments. "Aye, exactly. She's a whore. Walk in, tell her you're going to fuck her, and she'll be down on her knees in seconds." You toss them a slip of paper with your address. "Just don't say I sent you. She likes to think I don't know."

After a few seconds of consideration, the workers nod and turn, shuffling out of the locker room and off to fuck your wife.

The hyena looks up at you in surprise, with a new wily grin on his lips. "Thanks for saving my ass. You really whored out your wife like that?"

You chuckle and muss up the fur on top of his head. "Sure did. I've got a whore of my own for the night, and I have a vested interest in your ass. Get up, we're going."