Meet Me in the Bar 2

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Neil considered himself to be a pretty tough guy in general. He worked out frequently through most of his life, played football when he was in highschool, and kept a pretty balanced diet. When you lived in Darksite you had to be strong enough to get out of scrapes and confrontations as gang activity was frequent even in the more affluent parts of the city.

Being armed wasn't uncommon, but with so many people neglecting clothing they would often have to be creative with where they hid their firearms. It was the great equalizer that actually made enthusiastic consent for sex mandatory or else potentially being faced with the barrel of a gun.

Neil's firearm was a somewhat small pistol that he hid in a strapped holster right beneath his armpit. It was a cheap thing that didn't exactly fire the biggest bullets or be the most intimidating, but he still figured no one wanted to risk one of its pea sized projectiles finding its way into their eye. Where his gun lacked power, Neil prided himself on his accuracy and hoped that it might make up for the lack of a punch that his gun provided.

Despite that, he really wished he had a bigger gun because he was walking into some considerably dangerous territory this night. It might not have said much about him, but it was enough of a situation that he decided to wear pants while out on this specific errand.

Ginger called him up earlier and asked with a shaky voice that she needed some help down on Fifth street. The specific address that she gave was to an abandoned warehouse that was known to be a commandeered outpost for a local gang known as the Denizens of Fifth Street. As far as groups went they were relatively mild, but that didn't make Neil any less nervous as he crossed over into their territory.

He kept up on foot as he did so, knowing that if he drove and parked anywhere that it would pretty much be a big neon sign for his car to get stolen or vandalized. The sidewalks of Fifth Street were sparse with activity, but as soon as he stepped foot on their turf he might as well have been shouting into a megaphone about how much of an outsider he was.

People that casually smoked cigarettes outside of establishments or were busy fucking on street corners turned their eyes to the wolf as he passed by. Their glances ranged from curious amusement to irritation that some casual would so carelessly stroll on through, either by ignorance or arrogance. Neil was neither, only afraid.

Their stray looks grew far more interested as they watched him make his way into the warehouse parking lot on a clear path to the front entrance.  No one said anything, not even a warning of where he was headed, but he did notice a couple people take out their phones to either take a picture, send a text, or make a call. It was no secret now. Neil was expected.

The door to the warehouse wasn't locked, it swung open easily in fact. The hall that greeted him was dotted on either side by abandoned offices whose windows were smashed and their contents looted. The thrum of music and the smell of weed assaulted his senses as soon as the door closed behind him. If not for the strobe of lights coming at the end of the hall he'd have been in pitch blackness.

He followed the clear trail of activity and indeed found himself standing at the mouth to a massive area. The expansive, concrete floor was dotted with couches, chairs, and all manner of furniture and applies. On each either sat or lounged a person that was casually partaking in some drug, sex act, or piece of entertainment.

As if Neil was sounding an air horn, almost every set of eyes suddenly fell on him and he froze in place. Most activities and conversation seemed to come to a halt, save for the music that continued to blare through a set of speakers near the back.

Adrenaline hit the wolf's heart and he had the sudden urge to turn around and bolt from the warehouse as fast as he could. An act that would have surely killed him. Luckily, he kept a level head and forced himself to continue.

He approached the nearest person, an intimidating bear that puffed on a joint while a female lynx bobbed her mouth over his lap. Neil was already reciting a script in his head about being there to pick up his friend, when the bear suddenly turned his head and shouted at the opposite end of the warehouse.

“Ey, T! The fox's guy is here,” rumbled the deep voice. Neil froze again and looked off to where the bear seemed to be addressing. The warehouse was divided into two floors, the second of which was opened like a loft. From up there and behind a couch, an arm wordlessly waved in acknowledgment.

Neil looked back to the bear, who gave an aggressive nod of his head for the wolf to continue. Neil nodded back his thank you and did as he was instructed.

The room condensed back into conversations and various activities as he was no longer recognized as an intruder. He should have felt more at ease but the weight on his shoulders never relented as each step brought him farther into the gang's confines.

Neil found a set of stairs that lead to the second floor and quickly ascended them. As soon as he had his foot on the first step, a familiar sound reached his ears. It was a moan that could have only been from Ginger, easily recognizable even over the commotion around him. He hastened his pace, nearly running up the steps by that point.

When Neil crossed the landing, he was greeted to a sight he both expected and wished weren't true.

Ginger knelt on a bare mattress, entirely devoid of clothing, and straddling the lap of an equally naked male tiger. As he pushed his cock up into her pussy, a white furred wolf pushed his own cock into her ass from behind. The two rocked back and forth against the vixen, huffing out their deep, guttural moans in contrast to her own high pitched whimpers.

“There he is!” a voice called out from nearby, startling Neil from his fixation. It's owner was a shirtless snow leopard sitting on a beat up reclining chair. A tall can clutched in one paw while his phone balanced in the other. He shoved the device into his pocket and hopped up from his spot to greet the newcomer.

“Nick, right?” the snow leopard said with a cocky, malicious grin.

“Neil,” the wolf corrected and narrowed his eyes.

“Whatever,” the other laughed and suddenly slung his arm around Neil's shoulders, sloshing and spilling his drink around as he did so. The wolf was forced to turn so that he fully faced the display of Ginger's double penetration.

“Beautiful sight, eh? She came wondering in looking for an Addretholyn fix and ended up doing this. As it is known to do,” the snow leopard continued on and suddenly began walking back towards his chair, forcing Neil to follow. “She's not your girl, is she? If so it'd probably suck to find her this way.”

“She's not my girl,” Neil said, a hint of a growl in his voice.

“Oh that's good! Not to be whatever or anything but you really don't seem like her type!” the snow leopard shouted and then laughed, causing the group of other gang members that were also seated around the threesome display to laugh as well. “That's good, anyway. Probably makes this next part easier to stomach. Have a seat.”

Neil was suddenly spun around and shoved down into the snow leopard's chair with such force that he felt like he was going to topple backwards. Stray chuckles from the others filtered in through the cacophony of moans from Ginger and her lovers. When the fixture finally settled, his attention was once again drawn over to the vixen.

The wolf at her back was bucking wildly into her ass in the telltale sign that he was close to cumming. The thick, engorged knot at his base was another dead give-away as it tried desperately to tie her. When it finally did, the wolf howled and pushed his weight hard against her backside, making Ginger scream as his cum gushed into her tight bowels.

In a similar display of pleasure, the tiger also pushed his cock as deep as it might go and gushed a load equal in volume to his above partner, though his climactic growl was lost in the thrum of the music. Both males bucked a few more times to make sure their balls were completely empty before they simultaneously pulled out.

Ginger's holes gaped and oozed cum, much of which wasn't just theirs. While the wolf easily popped his knot free and stepped back, the tiger unceremoniously shoved the vixen off of him before getting to his feet. The vixen flopped on her side, breathing hard and whimpering in bliss as if she barely noticed the rough treatment.

“You fuckers better get cleaned up and ready to go in ten minutes, we've got shit to do,” the snow leopard called out to the retreating males. They both nodded and waved to show their acknowledgment while they went about gathering their clothes and heading towards the stairs.

Neil was fixated on Ginger by this point, his eyes straining to take in as many details about her inebriated state. Her eyes were barely focused and mascara smudged tears ran down her cheeks. Her body shook and shivered frequently as she tried to regain her composure, eventually coming up to sit back on her haunches. She lazily looked up to the wolf and recognition flashed across her face when she realized who now joined them.

“Oh shit!” The snow leopard shouted, snapping Neil's gaze back to him. “Where are my manners? My name's T. I'm the defacto CEO of this little organization here. It's only right that you get to know me since you're now one of my employees.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Neil growled.

“Well, your friend here kind of owes us some money. Like, a lot of money. Addretholyn doesn't come cheap and she's hooked on the stuff. She also told us you'd be able to help her out,” T continued.

The wolf's fingertips dug into the already shredded upholstery of the chair. “How much does she owe you?”

“Well...” T said and shrugged. “It wasn't much at first, but with interest rates as high as they are right now. Not to mention a few penalty charges for all the times she's been ducking us...” The snow leopard ticked off each point on his fingers as he said them. “We're in the ballpark of about seven grand.”

Neil's veins went cold at the number and his ears fell back against his head. “I-I don't have that much money...”

“We figured about as much. So we've got a couple options that you can choose from,” T said and grinned. “The first is that you just leave here. No reason you have to take on a burden that's not yours. Of course you'll never see Ginger again, so you better make your final goodbye really sweet.”

The wolf's eyes narrowed and he scratched at the chair arm in irritation. “What else do you have?”

“We transfer her debt to you. She goes free but then you have to deal with us collecting on you each month. And no offense, but you're not nearly as pretty as she is and after one missed payment we take one of your kneecaps. Not very ideal,” T said with a wave of his paws.

“And...anything else?” Neil ventured, fearing that this night might be the last time he saw his friend.

The wide toothy grin appeared once more on T's face. “Option number three, and my personal favorite, is that you act as Ginger's guard for a few events we have lined up. She goes in, gets fucked by a crowd for a couple hours, then you collect the fee. Bring it back here, do it a dozen more times or so, and her debt will be all gone. Probably.”

Neil blinked, confused. “You want me to sell sex...in Darksite?” the idea sounded more stupid than he realized once he said it out loud.

“You'd be surprised,” T replied. “When it comes to certain events a normal girl won't be able to cut the amount of sex that can happen. You need someone sturdy that can really take a pounding. And from what we've seen, Ginger fits the bill pretty well. She's been at it for a few hours now and she doesn't seem to be warn out yet. She's perfect.”

Neil looked back over to the vixen in astonishment. Assuming T wasn't lying, she didn't look like she had been enduring hours of nonstop sex. She looked about as average as always, save for her clearly intoxicated state. Though this shouldn't have been too surprising for the wolf, he knew her propensity for fucking and the Addretholyn would have only made her more hungry for the action.

“I...choose the third option,” Neil mumbled, dejected.

“Excellent!” T laughed. “My associate over here will get you hooked up with the client list and some other goodies.” The snow leopard gestured over to a nearby bull that was busy scrolling on his phone. Upon being mentioned, he looked up and gave Neil a nod of acknowledgment.

“In the meantime, I've got places to go. Ay, Ginger,” T called out, catching the woman's attention. “Come over here and introduce yourself to your new guard.”

The vixen wordlessly got to her feet on wobbly legs and partially stumbled over to where Neil sat. Once she was close enough he could really see how high she was.

The Addretholyn that currently coursed through her body likely had each nerve ending in her body alight and ten times more sensitive than normal. It was a drug with a double edged sword. While it made sex and general sensations so much more enjoyable it also made pain that much more intense as well.

Neil had heard of drug dealers giving it to enemy cartel members before beating them for information. He had personally never tried the drug but he could only imagine the kind of hell that would entail.

“Hi, Neil,” Ginger whispered as she came to lean against his chair.

“I'm gunna get you out of here, don't wo-” Neil's words were cut short by the vixen reaching down to his crotch and stroking her paw against the front of his pants. The feel of his thick sheath and balls made her coo with lust and eagerly unzip the front of them.

T laughed as he watched the display. “There we go. Don't wear her out too much, her first gig is in an hour or so. Right?” he looked to the bull for confirmation and was given an absentminded thumbs up. “Fantastic!” With that, the snow leopard exited the space towards the flight of stairs.

Before he got too far, he leaned down to the bull and whispered a few words and handed him something that Neil couldn't quite see. It was mostly Ginger's fault, as she had now hoped up onto the wolf and was busily undoing his bottoms and yanking them down to his knees.

So much was goin on that Neil had a tough time concentrating on his surroundings. He wanted to push Ginger off of him and get her out of there but he still recognized the dangerous environment. It also didn't help that he and the vixen had now become the spotlight of attention for the gang members that remained. They were still eager for a show, it would appear.

Neil reluctantly resigned himself to this task. Whatever he needed to do to get them both out of there and to safety he'd do, and if that meant fucking his friend in front of a crowd then so be it.

The wolf kicked off his bottoms and shifted his body into a more comfortable state. Ginger grasped his sheath and pushed down on it to reveal the first few inches of red lupine cock. With her other paw she reached between her legs and dug two fingers into her well used, cum soaked pussy. She ground them around inside, soaking them as liberally as she could before bringing it back to his soft length and grasping it.

Neil didn't mind sloppy seconds in the slightest, but that didn't mean it wasn't weird to have another man's cum act as lube. Despite that, it did feel good to have her soft fingers and palm working the white mixture into his flesh and making it grow in size and firmness.

Ginger seemed to be enjoying the action as well. She huffed light moans under her breath in anticipation of what was to come. When she was satisfied with the state of the other's cock, she eagerly crawled closer and settled her pussy over his tip. When she sank down, a scream of bliss erupted from her mouth, startling the wolf as she came to fully settle on his lap.

Chuckles and stray comments emanated from the surrounding group and Neil felt his cheeks grow red. The moans that Ginger made continued on at that volume even as she began to move and roll her hips against his.

The wolf shook his head and stared up at the vixen. He concentrated hard on her features, the mask of pure bliss that she wore and the stunning shape of her body. As she moved, her breasts would bounce and both of his paws immediately reached up to grasp them. She folded her paws over his and encouraged him to squeeze, which he eagerly did.

The background of other characters slowly melted from Neil's thoughts as he finally concentrated on the task at hand. Ginger's pussy gripped him tightly with every motion that she made. Her outer lips pushed down on his slightly swollen knot each time she would delve her hips down.

Moans grew more frequent from the wolf's mouth as he gradually lost himself in the moment. For all he cared, it was just him and the vixen in a vacuum. That particular reverie was quickly shattered when he sensed the approach of another male from behind his lover.

Neil snapped his attention up to see a towering, muscular horse come up behind Ginger and present his hard cock. “Hope you don't mind me joining,” he said to the others, a smug grin spreading across his features. The introduction was accompanied with even more laughs from the onlookers.

At first Neil wanted to object but stopped himself. He didn't know what might result from the contest, and regardless, Ginger was quick to speak up.

“Oh yes please!” she announced and reached back to grasp her asscheeks and pull them open. “I love horsecock in my ass.” Her pink tailhole winked excitedly, still smeared in cum and slightly gaped from the train of cocks it had endured through the evening.

“I know you do, babe,” he laughed and set his member to her pucker and pushed inside with hardly any effort. Chuckles and stray comments from the onlookers came rushing back to Neil's ears, but they were soon drowned out by Ginger's long, keening cry of bliss.

The stallion nickered as he buried every inch he had to offer into her backside. He barely waited for her body to adjust before he began pumping his hips against her. He grasped her sides in a firm hold while doing so to make the motions more powerful.

Neil could feel the impressive shaft rubbing against his own and it made him realize that he had paused in his own thrusting. Not to be outdone, the wolf began pumping up into the vixen with renewed vigor, intending to beat the other's pace.

The added effort wasn't lost on Ginger. Her moans continued to spill at great frequency and volume. Her body jostled once more as her hips became sandwiched. Each strike from either male had a ripple rushing through her body. The tantalizing bounce of her breasts had not only garnered Neil's gaze once more but had also captured the attention of many others.

In a jealous attempt to sequester as much of her body to himself, Neil leaned up and clasped his mouth around one of her nipples. He suckled at it greedily and rolled his tongue along the smooth, erect surface. The vixen responded by wrapping her arms around his head and hugging him close to her chest, a move that made the wolf feel more validated.

Ginger's riding began anew, or perhaps it was caused by the other male's fervent bucking. Either way, Neil increased the speed of his own motions and ground his hips up against hers whenever she would drop back onto his lap.

Low grunts and growls emanated form the wolf as time went on. The presence of the equine cock had the vixen becoming even tighter than before and her grip on his member was made all the more intense. He hated to admit that it made for an amazing sensation, one that he craved and wanted more of.

Neil's paws gripped her by the sides, just below the stallion's hands, and pulled her down as he would thrust up. The smack of their bodies meeting grew louder and with the huff of the other male, no other sound outside of their bubble was heard. If the wolf let his mind grow even more lax and to succumb to the pleasure, he was sure that he could delude himself into thinking it was just the two of them.

Ginger's long, drawing moans was music to the wolf's ears, even if she did occasionally let slip how much she loved her ass being hollowed out. Even so, the vixen would often affectionately pet down over his ears and head, her blunt nails drawing against his scalp in a soothing manner. Even in the midst of her Addretholyn high she seemed to recognize who it was that was there to help her.

There came a sudden, aggressive neigh from the stud. It snapped Neil from his focused thoughts and made him realize that the horse must have been nearing his orgasm. It was about then that the wolf realized he was coming up on his own as well. How much time had even passed? It seemed like only a couple minutes but he usually lasted much longer than that.

Regardless, nothing he could do would keep him from rushing into his orgasm. Not that he nor Ginger wanted anything else. In fact, the vixen seemed to be in the midst of her own climax, or at least one greater than the constant body high she experienced since the beginning.

Her pussy spilled her juices down over her lover's cock. Each motion she made was loud and wet and caused the wolf's length and knot to become soaked in her essence. Her nails had turned from gently dragging through his fur to now digging into Neil's shoulders. Her singing scream of pure ecstasy filled the room and before long, Neil and the stallion added their own voices to the mix.

The ball of pleasure shot through the wolf in an instant, rocketing up his cock and erupting in a fountain of cum that sprayed the woman's cunt. Likewise form behind, the stallion's thrusting grew more rapid and short. The muscles along his stomach flexed and his arms bulged. In one last thrust he buried everything he had into the woman's ass and began gushing his thick jizz into her bowels.

If not for the presence of the other male, Neil was sure he'd have forced his knot into the vixen's pussy and tied her. It was for the better, as they wouldn't have had the time to wait for him to properly deflate. The less they stayed in the abandoned factory the better.

Both males bucked a few more times to make sure they had emptied their reserves before finally withdrawing. The stallion was first, only needing to take a couple steps back before his flared tip popped free. Fresh cum gushed from ginger's ass and spilled down over Neil's balls and lap. When the wolf pulled free the same mess resulted, his inner thighs now sticky with a considerable amount of jizz.

The vixen careful swung her leg from over Neil's lap and stood off to the side. Her panting was loud and still fevered with want, something that he had to ignore for the moment. He pushed himself up from the chair and gathered his bottoms to pull them back on. As he did this he caught sight of the bull also getting up from his spot and approaching the two. By the time he got close enough, Neil was fastening his pants.

A small, incredibly old cellphone was offered along with a baggy of Addretholyn. The wolf quickly took both and stuffed the baggy in his pocket while he looked the device over. It was a beat up thing that had to flip open to be used. When he looked back to the bull for an explanation he was already meandering back to his spot.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” Neil called out.

“It's how T's gunna get a hold of you when he needs to. The list for the parties are in the contacts, so don't lose it,” he bull said back and plopped down on his couch.

“Awesome,” The wolf sighed and shoved the phone into his pocket alongside the baggy. He looked back to Ginger and saw that she was forced to lean against T's chair for stability. Her body still hadn't recovered from the rough night it would seem.

“Where's your clothes?” Neil asked.

“I...uh...I dunno...” she whispered back.

“Great,” the wolf growled. He was about to take off his shirt and hand it over to her but the stallion from before approached with a sodden towel held out at arm's length.

“Here,” he said with the same grin as before. Neil grasped it and shuddered when the strong scent of cum invaded his senses. It was then that the wolf realized that the stallion's softened cock was much more dry than before.

“Thanks,” Neil spat and turned to hand the towel to Ginger. She accepted it quickly and wrapped it around her torso. It was surprisingly large enough to completely cover her breasts and thighs but not much else. It would have to do.

“Come on,” the wolf said and gently took the woman by the arm. He held her close, lending his shoulder for her to lean against as they carefully made their way to the stairs and down them.

Far less suspicious eyes followed the two out as they made their way to the long hall from the main room and eventually out into the fresh city air. It wasn't until Neil took his first breath of air that he realized how much the warehouse smelled like smoke and cum.

“I-I'm sorry...” Ginger squeaked out.

Neil turned to her and frowned. “Sorry about what?”

“For all of this. I didn't mean to drag you into it. It's just that...I was so scared when they brought me there...you were the first person I thought of...for help.” The vixen sniffled and pulled the terrible smelling towel tighter around herself in an attempt to secure her modesty.

Neil splayed his ears against the sides of his head while he looked at her. He stepped closer and hugged her close to his chest. “It's okay, I'm here for you. It's what friends do.”

Ginger only sniffled again and wordlessly nodded her head. She purposely kept her face turned down to hide it from him.

“Come on, let's get you some food. We...have some stuff to do tonight still,” Neil sighed and took the cellphone out from his pocket and flipped it open. He went to the contacts and instead of seeing names, he saw addresses and times. The first one was slated for a half hour from that moment. “We might have to make it a quick bite...”