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  Dialene

  Published by John Van Stry at Smashwords

  Copyright 2011 John Van Stry

  Copyright 2011 by John Van Stry

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  Part I - Escrow

  I gasped as I stumbled back, momentarily off balance, and fell on my butt. Everybody stopped talking momentarily to look at me, sitting there on the floor in a most undignified position, legs spread out and him towering over me. All seven and a half plus feet of him.

  "I'm sorry if I startled you," he rumbled deeply and a little drunkenly as he bent over and extended his hand. "Allow me."

  I ignored the hand. "You want ME?" I asked shocked, and frankly a little scared. He was huge!

  "Yes, I want you. What could be wrong with that?" He spoke slowly and carefully, enunciating his words. He had obviously had more than a little to drink. Who knows what else he had in his system as well. They didn't put too many restrictions on the morphs who worked the mines, they pretty much got whatever they wanted.

  "You sure you wouldn't rather have somebody else?" I said quietly looking him over. He was a strong one, weighted four hundred if he weighed a pound, all muscle too. I looked around at the bouncers, they were ignoring the whole scene, obviously they weren't going to mess with him. Everybody else was watching to see what would happen next.

  "No Foxy," he grinned as he said that, showing a very well kept set of fangs. "I want you tonight."

  I took the hand and let him help me up. I was obviously just a feather to him. He pulled me close, not that I had any say in the matter, I couldn't have refused him if I had wanted too.

  I looked up into his face as he wrapped his arms around me, I thought I was going to be crushed, but he was surprisingly gentle. I only came up to his chest, so he carefully lifted me until I my face was even with his.

  "Well Foxy?" He smiled. "My cred's good."

  I thought about it a moment. He did smell good, his fur had a nice musky scent to it. But then I'd been a sucker for cats ever since, well since I got sent here. And I never had done it with a tiger before. He was paying, and I probably would get in trouble if I refused him anyway.

  Plus there was no telling how he might react if I refused him as well...

  "Why not?" I grinned back and gave him a hug, "Just don't crush me to death okay? I'm just a little fox you know."

  "Don't worry about a thing," he smiled and gave me a buss, then a kiss.

  For my part I kissed him back. Why not? He was paying for it and I always tried to enjoy my work.

  The crowd noticed the apparent agreement and went back to other things. The bouncers noticed me again, now that there wouldn't be any trouble. And my new friend carefully set me down. I led him out the back to my room. It was a good distance from the bar, furthest of all the working rooms. I liked the distance and the greater privacy.

  Once there I led him in, and helped him out of his coveralls. Not that he needed the help, he seemed to be in fairly good control, even if his breath told me he should be otherwise. After nine months of working at this job I had become a fair judge of intoxication. But I enjoyed my work, like I said. I could have ended up in the mines after all, and at a hundred and ten pounds, I wouldn't have lasted a week. It's tough work and I just wasn't built for that kind of thing.

  Next he surprised me by helping me remove my clothes, then carried me over to the rather large bed in my quarters. All the workers here had them, sometimes we 'entertained' more than one, and some of us were a bit large. Normally one of the bigger girls would have taken care of this one. Why he wanted me I had no idea.

  He quickly allayed my fears of being crushed, or of any other injuries for that matter. Sex with any of the Cats is often a very physical event. So is sex with another fox for that matter, and I enjoy it very much. But for all that he was the biggest damn cat I had ever made love to, he was also the most gentle. Combine that with the way he would so easily move me to where ever he wanted, that totally unconscious display of strength so far beyond that of anybody I had ever slept with before...

  Well I enjoyed myself quite thoroughly, and made damn sure he did too!

  Afterwards, quite a bit afterwards actually, he had a lot of stamina. Anyway afterwards I awoke from a short nap to find him holding me in his arms, his whole body literally wrapped around mine. I could feel as well as hear the contented rumbles coming from deep inside his chest as he slept. I looked at the orange and black striped fur of his arms, were it crossed over the red of my own fur. I found it interesting that the black of my hands and feet were the same shade as his stripes.

  I looked over at the clock then, and gave a small start of surprise. Over three hours had gone by!

  "Hey lover boy!" I gently prodded at him with an elbow.

  No response.

  "Hey! wake up!" I yelled and hit him with the elbow as hard as I could.

  "Hmmm?" I heard sleepily.

  "You gotta go now, urrr, whatever your name is. You have to leave."

  "Wha' for?" He grumbled sleepily, "I'm paying aren't I?"

  "Yeah you're paying, you're paying to sleep right now too! They charge the same whether you sleep or screw."

  "So? What should you care?" He asked waking.

  "I don't like to see my clients get errrr," I didn't think the word 'screwed' would fit here. After all that is what I wanted to see my clients get. "soaked," I finished. "Besides, I enjoy my work and I don't want you to feel cheated. I'd rather earn my pay."

  "Do you?" He looked down surprised, "Enjoy your work that is?"

  "Yes I do, I picked this job." I didn't mention that the other choices were very few, and far worse. "And after that last little work out you gave me, I think it would be obvious!" I grinned at him and started to use my hands to their best advantage.

  "All the other cats told me the same thing, that's why I decided to try you. But why did you pick this? And here of all places?"

  "That's none of your business," I said gently and changed the subject, "and just what is your name anyway?" I smiled disarmingly.

  "I'm Jack, Foxy." He gave me a lopsided smile.

  "It's Dialene, not 'Foxy'. And how did you end up here Jack?"

  "I like Foxy," he rumbled and shot me an embarrassed grin. "and I apologize for prying."

  I gave him a little pat, "Well it's time you went back to work, Jack."

  And he did too.

  Later that evening I finished up with my last customer, another cat, this one a Leopard. A lot of cats ended up here in the mines, they would fight too much and get into trouble sooner or later. A few years working here supposedly made a lot of them think twice when they left. For the most part though there were very few foxes anywhere on this chunk of rock. Foxes weren't really equipped for this kind of labor.Also most foxes were too smart to get into the kind of trouble that would earn you a tour in this hell hole.

  Or at least too smart to get caught! I amended w
hen I thought of all the things I had seen my old friends do.

  I sighed as I headed back to my room. For a job that you did laying down, and in bed, it was pretty tiring. Collapsing on the bed, I didn't even bother to change the sheets, the smell of my last customer and our mingled scents easing me into my sleep.

  After what had happened back then, I hated to sleep alone, so when I had to I preferred to at least have the scent of another if not their actual body.

  I awoke later feeling refreshed. I sat up and noticed Gena at my door smiling at me.

  "Boy this place reeks!" She teased. "Don't you change sheets?"

  "Oh, you know how I love the smell of cats," I teased her back. Gena was a Mountain Lion morph herself. The only reason she was here and not in the mines was due to an extreme allergic reaction to the dust that was everywhere down there. Up here at least it could be managed without endangering her life.

  I think she enjoyed all the attention too.

  "So what happened with that mountain that decided to climb you last night?" She laughed as I followed her to the showers. Her coated smelled strongly of Rottweiler I noticed.

  I though a moment, "Oh you mean that tiger, Jack."

  "That his name? I thought we'd see you in the med unit after he left. He's a monster."

  "You mean you haven't slept with him before? I figured he'd been with all the cats here before he tried me." I said surprised.

  "You think a guy like that has any problems finding what he wants among the Queens working in the mines? I've never seen him here before and I doubt there's a bigger cat, or carnivore even, on this whole damn rock."

  "So why did he want me?" I asked confused as we entered the showers. We both shared a stall, cleaning one's fur is always easier if you've got someone to do your back.

  "Oh I don't know," she smiled with a look that told me she did know.

  "Give kitty!" I barked and grabbed her tail and pulled.

  "Okay! Okay!" She laughed, Even if she was the smallest of the cats working here, she was still bigger than me. "You've made it pretty clear that you like cats," And she gave me a wink. "And all the Toms are just interested in checking you out."

  "And some of the Queens too!" I laughed back at her, "But honestly what's a fox to do? There aren't that many male foxes here, and lets face it most canines are just too slavish. Even the wolves are packers, I like individuals."

  "Yeah, yeah, you've told me that line before," she replied exasperated, then hit me in the face with one of the water jets.

  "But don't expect me to believe it!" she laughed as I retaliated.

  We tussled a little longer before getting out and drying off, then we got dressed and headed out to the kitchens. I greeted the others as we arrived, then got to work.

  I didn't mind the kitchens too much. True it wasn't as much fun as drinking and screwing all night. But the company didn't want us to just be sex machines. We were officially called physical sex therapists, or something like that. We were supposed to help relieve stress and whatever, for pay of course.

  Actually we were just hookers in a bordello. There was a 40 to one ratio here. This was a penal camp of sorts and most females didn't get into the kind of trouble the males did. Most of those that did got the option to do less lethal work.

  It wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but to be honest we were treated a lot better than most corps would have treated us. My old corp would have just worked everybody in the whole damn place to death and not given a damn. But then they were always having labor problems. Even here in 'jail' most of these folks were better behaved then back where I had come from.

  Anyway, we made the dinners and a lot of the deserts as well. I had to admit four hours a day cooking did a lot for my state of mind. Even if I was afraid to be alone anymore, it was nice to be able to be alone in my thoughts among the other workers. It was also a good rest after the twelve hours of the bar and the bed.

  Like I said before, who would have thought that sex would be such demanding work?

  "So Dialene, how was Jack last night?" One of the other girls called out. It was Trell, a white wolf who had been here quite a long time. Had a following of her own too. More like a pack actually, her card was always full and she was able to pick and choose her customers.

  "You know him?" I asked looking up from the dish I was preparing.

  "No, but I asked some of my males about him when I saw him corner you. Just in case."

  Trell also considered herself our protector. As she could easily get thirty to forty wolves to beat up on anybody she wanted, everybody was more than happy to encourage it. You never knew when you might need help after all.

  "What did you learn?" I asked curious.

  "He's very picky about who he sleeps with," She told me walking over to discuss it in a low voice. Gena was close enough to hear, but she wasn't one to gossip.

  "What does that mean?"

  "It means that in the three months he's been here he's only slept with one other than you. And not often either."

  "Really?" I asked curious, "who?"

  "One of the smaller female Tigers working the mines. How was he? The rumors aren't exactly kind."

  "He was wonderful actually," I stopped and smiled as I thought about it. While I had developed quite a thing for cats, I still preferred foxes. That was until last night, he was right up there with ... I stopped that thought, he was dead now after all.

  "From the look on your face I guess so," she grinned back.

  "What's he in for anyway?" I asked curious again.

  "Nobody knows, and he isn't telling."

  "Nobody?" I asked surprised, in this place secrets were hard to keep. Especially from Trell, she slept with a few of the free staff as well.

  "Nobody, not even the Warden. Rumor is that he's from one of the special op's groups, and that he's too important to dispose of. He was quite ruthless about letting everybody know that he wasn't to be messed with."

  "Really? What did the guards think?"

  "That they were better off not getting involved, what else? He didn't kill anybody."

  I went back to working again. "Well thanks for the info Trell, I appreciate it."

  "No problem hon, anytime." And she walked back to her spot.

  I returned to the relaxing stirring and mixing of the dish I was cooking. I wasn't much of a cook when I got here, still wasn't really. But there was something enjoyable about the simple actions of the easier dishes I prepared. True a lot of it was rote work, but I didn't mind. I got to socialize with my co-workers and some of the others in a more relaxed environment.

  Work was fun, but it was hard to talk to people when all they really wanted was some very physical, albeit enjoyable, entertainment. Especially when many of them had been drinking, snorting or inhaling something. Socializing meant a lot, yet it wasn't something you could buy.

  I continued my routine for the day after I finished with my duties in the kitchen. Next was the cleaning and preparing of The Club and my room. The Club was only open the one twelve hour shift we worked, it was one of the few operations here on the rock that didn't go twenty-four hours a day.

  I nodded at Chet, the llama who worked the bar. He had been sent here for stranding four mountain climbers he had been working with. He had cut the line and left them stranded on a plateau on a mountain range somewhere. The reason he gave was that they had been threatening to eat him. I supposed he wouldn't have ended up here if one of them hadn't frozen to death.

  He worked the bar now because he had completed his sentence, but had elected to stay on. He claimed it beat the hell out of working out in the cold all the time. I wouldn't know myself.

  I spent an hour working around the bar, I didn't talk with the others much today. My mind was on other things for a change, and not bad things either. So when I was done I had an hour until we opened, and went and found Gena.

  "What's up pussycat?" I asked smiling.

  "Oh nothin' much really," she smiled up lazily from he
r bed. Gena loved to nap more than anyone I knew.

  I dropped next to her on the bed and started to massage the side nearest me.

  "Ooooh," She sighed and closed her eyes. "You're in good spirits today."

  "Yeah, I guess so." I grinned at her as she stretched and curled under my hands.

  "Any Particular reason?"

  "Not really, just happy to be alive I guess."

  "That makes two of us then," she purred. "Ooh that's it, lower!"

  I complied and massaged her until I got tired.

  "Your turn!" I said flopping down next to her and stretching out.

  "Ugh, now you want me to move?" Gena sighed, "Selfish!"

  "Yup," I chuckled, "I expect service and nothing but! Now hop to it!"

  She spent a little while working my kinks out, and then it was time for work.

  That night was fairly standard. I had seven customers, four of which were cats, all of which left very satisfied. I was already developing a small group of 'regular' customers, mostly among the felines. I enjoyed them immensely, they would always spend time afterwards talking about what was new in their lives and the mines.

  It wasn't very much mind you, they were wage slaves just as much as I was, only with a much more dangerous job.

  I also spent some time socializing in the bar with those who came for different reasons. Management didn't care much for that kind of thing, we only made money when our time was paid for. But if you didn't do it too much, or too blatantly nobody would complain.

  For the most part, things were still the same, as always. Nothing much changed around here, though a ship was warping its way insystem to pick up some more ore. That would mean a few new faces as the crew mingled with the 'prisoners'. But it was doubtful any would end up paying customers. The male/female ratio on the ships was much more equal, plus they worked hard at keeping moral high. More likely the temporary influx of females would draw some of our regular business away, which meant we'd be seeing people we normally didn't see as much.