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While the list of demands wasn't too typical, the sort of client Victoria had picked up was. Straight middle class, trying to look far wealthier than he really was, having something to prove by having a woman in his lap and throwing some cash around in a club. It was the kind of ego trip Victoria was used to giving, and so she made sure to follow his instructions to the letter. A nice skirt a bit low around her lower regions (not a difficult feat to achieve for a Gomamon) and a soft sweater vest to complete the look. She looked a bit too overdressed, for sure, but nothing could change her cuteness. The gomamon took a moment to duck into an alleyway to check herself out a last time in a compact mirror from her purse. 

Victoria's hair, normally kept slicked back neatly, was instead washed, conditioned and left to sweep back down her back. Her navy-colored markings were hacked pink, their usual pattern atop her flippers replaced by hearts. Golden hoops dangled from her ears, and cherry-flavored lipstick marked her dainty little lips. She'd hacked her lower stomach for a bit of glide. This was supposed to reduce friction and allow for easier motion on most urban surfaces. She gave her hips a little wiggle to check that it worked as intended, then rolled onto her side and lifted one hind flipper to expose a cute, soft genital slit. It remained indistinct from a pussy as long as the restraining ring remained lodged inside, she put a claw deep inside to double-check. Sure enough, the supple silicone thing was still in place, and it would stay there until the specialized tool back home fished it out. With that, Victoria was good to go!

It was a nice short slide down the street after that, leaving Victoria in line before a rather loud, trashy sort of club. A pair of gatomon bouncers stood beside the doors and checked both a list of names and faces. The pair looked down at Victoria with a long, long stare. She was starting to figure that the outfit was quite inappropriate here. Eventually though, she was let in, and immediately assaulted by incredibly bass-heavy hip hop. She trailed to and fro amid taller digimon, until at last, pretty cyan eyes spotted her client.

The gargomon was topless, as usual for his species. Digimon in general were often refractory to clothing that wasn't absolutely mandatory or hard-coded. The male hadn't seen fit to share a face pic, and the reason for it would now be obvious: he wanted to try and surprise her a little. A black tribal marking possibly inspired off Angemon or Flamon ran from somewhere below his belt to his left nipple. A similar pattern ran down the outside of his left ear.

It was traditional to describe gargomon as having "dadbods". This particular one, though, clearly had put some work in earning that descriptor, and seemed to be entirely oblivious to the gay digimon sitting on the next bar stool over and silently fawning over him. It was hard to blame the Veemon, given that the jeans were bulging out under the pressure of a package that, unlike the Gargomon's face, Victoria had already been treated to. She hadn't even needed to ask, he seemed to want to treat her as a female that much. His eagerness to shoot off pics of his genitals may well have been a factor in him needing to hire her to begin with. The jeans looked good, but to anything more than a casual perusal it would be obvious the rips were an attempt to emulate branded stuff and not genuine. The guy was not incompetent with clothes modding, but he was certainly not a pro.

"Heeeeey!" he waved her over, "Here's my little heartthrob!"

She still tried to put on an air of confidence in her approach despite feeling all the more self-conscious about the outfit that he had called attention to her. The subtle falsetto added to her voice by more hacking helped.

"Sorry for the wait, Babe. I got a bit lost. I'm really not used to this part of town."

A lie: she knew this part of town all too well. It was where countless johns had taken her prior on more lurid dates. This particular venue was new though. Wren, for that was his name, needed to actually step off the stool to reach down with his free arm. The other one held a full tankard of something. Possibly long island iced tea. Barely enough to give the massive guy anything like a buzz. It wasn't that he wasn't flexible enough to reach her, but rather because his package was just that much in the way. He couldn't have been wearing underwear under there. When he grabbed her with just a little more possessiveness than necessary, Victoria got a good look at the gaudy watch and yup. Another knockoff. Better made than the jeans, but not good enough to fool her. Being manhandled wasn't just a normal part of Victoria's job, but was a part of life as Victor. The gomamon frequently needed a bit of help getting around his venues now and again, seeing as they mostly catered to those of a larger persuasion, so he'd come to accept it as just something he'd deal with, lest he digivolve twice over. 

"Let me make it up to you~" he purred.

Flopping back into his seat he brought her to his face, but not before first taking a long sip off his drink. From up close she could see that at least the tattoos were genuine. He even had the fur neatly shaved around them so people would actually see them. An interesting choice: by and large Digimon preferred the painless edits. The nose ring was also genuine, and when he pressed their lips together, she soon found that so was the barbel piercing through his tongue. And she got almost immediately quite intimate with it as he used his powerful organ to force-feed her the alcoholic drink, then explored her mouth as though trying to steal it right back before forcing his tongue all the way into her throat deep enough to make a small bulge on the outside of it.

He would certainly have given fantastic head weren't he too much of a jackass for a girlfriend and too heteronormative for a boyfriend. Being clutched to a massive man like this and forced to take a drink she hadn't wanted was not exactly part of the expected scenario, and not at all fun. The cocktail was shitty, the barbell clacked on her fangs, and the gomamon swore he must've had a tongue mod with just how deep that thing went down her soft throat. Not a reason to pop an emergency roofie and make a break for the doors just yet though. If anything he kissed like he meant it rather than giving a shy guy's peck like many of her usual clients.

She was a smaller creature compared to the gargomon, his rounded gut and those firm pecs that bordered on moobs were almost smothering her more than the hot kiss. When it finally ended, it took a bit of effort to strike a comfortable mid-point between rampant disgust and practiced ease, coming off with a cute, restrained cough and a little giggle.

"Wow baby, you musta' really missed me."

She was playing the cute, innocent sort. An up-town girl he snagged through sheer force of charisma and show of wealth. Her instructions were a little vague, so she had to improvise. Still, she was drawing eyes, incredulous as to how that jackass could pick up a girl like Victoria. She winked at her current boyfriend, turned on her side and started cuddling up to his chest, laying one flipper along the back of his neck to get cozy. He was a jackass, but at least he was a comfy one, and the build was something she couldn't complain about. She had to admit admiration for the tattoo route, going so far as to kiss over those bare spots, subtly feeling the perfect shave there.

She noticed something else about the location as well, that being the distinctly… minimalist choice of clothing most patrons had. The guys were mostly topless, with the girlish sorts wearing the skimpiest things possible to stay decent. All was vulgar and crass in its own all-too-obvious way. A great fit for Wren, but when compared to them, the gomamon looked like she was downright prudish. Besides the lack of panties, the outfit wasn't inherently suggestive compared to everyone around.

"I'm glad you took me here, I just love it already! You have great tastes, but you already know that."

Her free flipper caressed his face, showing some cute affection, far too innocent for the venue, yet it was what he ordered. Maybe he did want her to stick out like a sore thumb...and if the uncomfortable shuffle Victoria gave was any indicator to go off of, it was working. She felt silly like this Not as a girl, not being against her current man, but being so fucking out of place amid the crowd. It was something that irked her on a deep level that only a bit of alcohol would solve... and that was if she was lucky. Her slightly humiliated discomfort was not lost on Wren. He was clearly loving having all these eyes on them. If she played this right, he would probably enjoy the power trip enough for her to talk him into paying more the next time. He cupped her chin and rubbed at it with his thumb in a significantly more gentle manner, if a little awkwardly inexperienced.

"Yeah, I know it's a little out there for ya, but a gal like you's gone around enough to be at home anywhere, right?" Wren joked, pretending to innocently miss on his own blatant double entendre even as nearby clients choked on their drink. He took another gulp of his. "Don't worry though, if there's any pole dancing to be done, it'll be on me~" he added and reached beyondher to adjust his package.

This drew a needy whimper out of the girly Veemon on the next seat already struggling to not make his erection too obvious. Her stupid date just glared with venomous jealousy at the dragon, managing to misunderstand that as a noise of thirst for the female. There was a sweet giggle as Victoria slid down his body, closer to that immense bulge, and went over it with a protective lower flipper. She added to the pretense with a shockingly vicious look of her own. The dragon shrunk away from the supposed girl's ire. While Wren was unwittingly total gay bait, Victoria passed with flying colors, leaving the veemon thinking that there was really no room for questioning. Maybe it was the slight flash of her slit that did it, or maybe it was the fierceness. That lower flipper rubbed over the curve of that immense package, as if guarding it, or claiming it as her own. It was a delicate situation, but the waifish veemon skittered off, drawing low whistles and laughs from the other clubgoers at the display. Her "boyfriend" had to repress a choke on his frink between the humiliated Veemon and the groping. This was perfectly in line with this club, she'd gotten that right, but he still had not expected it, and the pants completely failed to hide the way his cock visibly twitched to her touch. His expression was a mix of impressedness and surprised satisfaction.

The gargomon cleared his throat to try and regain his composure. It wasn't entirely effective. He just didn't have the experience, much less gaydar to be in this club with a date. When his hand went to cup her butt, it was actually gentle and he even shifted his finger away from her slit when it ended up brushing against it. Was he teasing her, actually trying to be a gentleman, or saving the fun for later? The seal shivered when those thick digits brushed against her slit, still feeling some pleasure indeed. If the ring wasn't lodged deep inside, the gomamon would be at half mast and growing steadily. As it stood, however, a slight drip of pre-cum was doing wonders to make her feel wet. The supple slit even puffed up slightly from arousal that she couldn't quite explain right now.

"So," he addressed her again, "I know you must be parched. What do you want?"

Well, at least he wasn't trying to make her share his drink again. Hopefully not all drinks were as bad as his. Victoria could only hope that maybe the proportions had gotten screwy because no bartender had ever had to make that much of it at once.

"Hmmm, I think I'll just have something fruity. You know I don't like the hard stuff. I really tried it for you, but I just can't stand it. You spoil me so much, better be careful or I'll get used to it. Just remember who you're on a date with if you get a dance or two." She met his cheek with another kiss, seeming to return the little loving touch to her chin, though in truth, it was a mean of subtly whispering to the gargomon, still keeping her falsetto even now. "Sprite and scotch. You can pretend it's your idea."

The gargomon's tongue came out of his mouth like an obscenely long thing to lick at his own cheek, enjoying the flavor of her gloss. Even if her date actively looked around, she was still getting paid. It was his choice if he decided to play the part of faithfulness or not. If not, it just meant she'd play the jealous sort. Wren managed to get enough of a hold onto himself to motion for one of the barmen. The Elecmon waddled along the actual bartop, while his colleague Leomon moved behind it. 

"A Sweetened Deal... with a Cherry Popper," he finally asked, then put his attention back to her, running his mitt from her head to the small of her back, where he scratched lightly at the spot where her tail turned into her back.

She was starting to get into this whole situation, even if his stares and arrogant smirk were a constant source of annoyance. It was hard to ignore the fact that, in spite of his lowbrow attitude and rough demeanor, he was sexy in his own right, having a kind of basic appeal. No real class, but also no pretension: he was hot, and he'd act like the hottest guy in the room if given the chance. There was just something refreshing about that kind of behavior for Victoria, and it was helping her go along with the requested play. If only he could not telegraph just how much he was overcompensating for something… She even met his lips for another kiss—this one given rather than received—with a needy little moan pressed between locked lips. 

When she climbed her way back up, the male playfully clenching his pecs to help her along, he tried his best to return the kiss properly this time. His mouth still tasted of the poorly done mix, but he seemed hungry for something more proper (either that or the taste of her gloss), even though he still lacked the experience to actually provide that propriety, leaving the onus of maintaining the pretense on the girl. It didn't help when his hand grabbed her bottom again. There was more intent in it this time, but at the same time he didn't shove any fingers anywhere. It was clearly a challenge for him to exert the restraint, but as time went on, he seemed to be enjoying that challenge.

His clear arousal just made the whole thing more fun for Victoria. She always felt most comfortable when her client was clearly enjoying himself, and this guy was easier to read than a billboard. Still, it was clear that he was steadily moving towards more lurid actions. His inexperienced, clumsy kissing was starting to betray some kind of passion. He was even picking up on some of her tongueplay, even if only as a crude recreation of tactics. For all the crassness and the fact he was paying for her presence, he seemed to actually want to give her as good a time as he could manage. Hopefully, he'd remember it in the future when he scored a real woman. For now though, it was appreciated, even if he still went far too deep with the kiss, making the poor gomamon whimper slightly. Pulling away, Wren grinned at her:

"Heh, you know me... if I dance, ain't gonna be any room for people to get near!" Although he seemed entirely honest in that statement, this was a strange way to word the boast.

Meanwhile Victoria's drink was getting prepared. It wasn't a complicated drink to make, and it didn't take long, but there was a bit of a surprise. The "Cherry Popper", it turned out, was a maraschino cherry (not a subtle pun) along with a dash of syrup from the container, adding an extra bit of pink to the drink.

"And a straw," he added at the last minute when the drink was about to be finished, then glanced at his date. To be honest he didn't know how she would take it. Some quadruped found it much easier to have drinks that way, others took it almost as an insult. He had enough aquaintances without thumbs that when in doubt, he didn't take a chance.

It was the small things that were keeping Victoria invested with the whole situation: his pecs flexing, the way his groping was going further down, but not getting inside anything…The part that left her actually speechless was the straw, though. As the drink was brought in and the gomamon took it into her flippers, the act broke just that little bit. It wasn't a break in character, but in her mindset: this wasn't a game, in those next few seconds. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and a genuine, beaming smile came to her face.

"...Nobody remembers the straw, not ever. Thank you, baby."

She couldn't stop herself and went in for yet another kiss. One far more loving than she should have given. Quickly she regained her composure and retreated to the cute drink for a long few sips. The smooth scotch hit first, it's bite thrown off by syrup and soda, making for an easy drink that only burned with the alcoholic flavor in her throat after. She knew she shouldn't drink too much of it, pulling her lips away with an approving smile and giggle. "Just what I wanted! You always know what to get, it's why I leave all those choices to you."

It was a precarious situation now, and one that threw Victoria into a myriad of questions, even as that big mitt felt up her soft ass under her skirt. Everything about him came off as a guy just looking for a convincing lay, but the way he seemed to be adjusting to the situation was giving her mixed signals. Was he actively playing with her? Was there just some sort of rough gem hiding there? Having experienced a vague semblance of his tactics, Victoria could see why there was a lack of experience. If his typical cold opener was sending a dick pic and waiting for an answer… He'd probably never managed to actually get to where a girl would give him a chance. The one conclusion she could draw was even though he was paying through the nose, he somehow wanted to make it as close to a genuine date as he could manage. Sure her dates usually played the part, but having one that was committing back as much as she was was sending for a loop.

The gargomon gave a small smirk and she realized she wasn't hiding her thoughts as much as she had hoped. Clearly the big lug was very happy with himself for managing to get her confused. Whatever. She had a cold drink, and the alcohol was helping to melt the thoughtful look from her face. The drink was hard to mess up, and she was feeling a bit warmer. She reached over and set the still half-full glass down to free her flippers, the soft appendages starting to rub over the gargomon's pecs and especially his nipples. He chuckled and gave a small moan as his rather prominent nipples were stimulated, quickly growing erect under her touch while his bulge got a little worse, sadly going unnoticed by the pinniped in the process.

"I'm having lots of fun, aren't you?" she giggled. "You really know how to make a girl have a good time."

A lot of work was spent on those claws: careful dulling to leave them totally harmless and smooth-tipped, a frankly obscene amount of nail polish to give them that pink shade to match her heart markings… All in the name of letting her run them over her clients' bodies. Indeed she was pretty much literally getting all over him at this point.

"Oh yes, yes I am!" he groaned, having to reach to rearrange himself even less subtly then before, if that was possible.

With a pair of big gulps he downed the rest of his drink and grinned at her: "I know exactly what kind of good time we need now that we're done with these." His hand riffled through a pocket. That actually caused his package to shift just from that before he put his payment on the bar. "Let's go groove a little and make all of them even more jealous~."

He scooped her up to nuzzle a little against her face, but now it was his time to whisper in her ear: "You just let me work my junk, and I'll have some space cleared out for you in no time~."

He couldn't possibly be planning to fuck her right there on the dance floor, could he? All Victoria did was give a little nod of confirmation at first, but soon giggled and spoke right back to his ear in that same tiny whisper.

"You do whatever you want with that junk. You won't hear me complaining."

She had to admit to curiosity. If anything he was a surprising client so far, and the little gomamon wanted to know just what he would do. She couldn't help it: a flipper went low to openly stroke over that package, feeling his erection right through the jeans. It went even lower to get just under the gargomon's nuts to try and give them a jostle, only to find weight matching the volume. It was both a little frightening and very funny, what with Gargomons and firepower. Wren couldn't help a big proud grin all around as she groped him, but wasted no time standing up. His marching himself over to the dancefloor did catch a few eyes. She clung more tightly around his shoulders, bracing for whatever he may do. At this point, he could let her go, and she'd dangle there like a living, affectionate necklace, ready to respond to the stares. 

As the larger male began to move, she wondered if that was how he had gotten her on the list. Between the club and her fees this was a significant splurge no doubt, but so far those moves didn't seem to be enough to clinch things. He was a serviceable dancer, but not exactly impressive. Other than being able to handle the way said moves made his junk swing, that is. Victoria might have come in expecting to be the slutty one, but the large male was the one looking ridiculously lewd at the moment, though admittedly it wasn't strictly speaking due to any fault of his own.

She noticed that the crowd had started to give them space and wondered only for a moment what that was about. It wasn't long before the music gave Wren an excuse to get down on his ham-sized hands and launch into a series of flares. Those people who didn't know what to expect—and it was unexpected coming from a Gargomon, a species hardly known for acrobatics—had to scramble out of the way because the male's bodyweight absolutely gave him the momentum to completely ignore their presence if he so wished. 

This soon transitioned to full-on airflares, and Victoria could have eased herself onto the cleared dancefloor space had she wished to. Her initial reaction was amazement, much like those in the crowd who had never before been around the male while he danced. As soon as she got off him and got a good look at those thick, but firm glutes, she noticed two things. The first was the pair of butt slits right below the curve of her date's buttocks. Those had to be unintended, right?

She didn't even try to repress her grin, knowing she could excuse it away easily enough if she had to. What turned this entire scene into pure clownery, though, was the very visible lavender kerchief visible in the male's... left-hand rear pockets. Of course the Veemon would have been gunning for him. Luckily, the flashing dance floor lights did an excellent job to hide the true extent of her mirth. The male finally launched himself back onto his feet with an embarrassingly floor-shaking stomp of his naked feet.

His landing position was a crouch that brought his mouth close to Victoria's face, but his whisper of "Told you I'd have space cleared in no time~" was lost into the music. 

By then Victoria had recovered her composure, leaving her to give a few hearty claps at the display.The blasting music meant little to her: she read his lips quite perfectly, and then met them with a quick, loving kiss. As she made her way onto his body once more, feeling a newfound slight sheen of sweat and increased heat, she spoke right into his big, long ear, being sure he heard what she said.

"Never doubted you for a second, baby. I knew you could do it, I'm just glad I got to see it for myself."

She curled her flippers back over his shoulders and draped herself across with a sweet giggle. She herself wasn't too much of a dancer; what little skill she had involved a pole. The crowd only tightened back slowly, with most folks dancing around the edges for fear of the talented gargomon, though the display certainly drew all the more attention, most notably to Wren's ass. The presence of the Gomamon then brought a whole new set of questions brimming in the onlookers' minds. If things kept going this well, Victoria may even tell him about the hanky code, and just what he's actually advertising. For now though, she could let him stay oblivious.

He looked a little concerned by how little she seemed interested in contributing to the dance. Had he asked or merely suspected, he might not have actually dragged her onto the dance floor, even if that meant not showing off. Such a small partner limited his options, but even if the moves wouldn't have splattered her up on the ceiling, she doubted he would have done lifts or throws. At least she didn't have to feel guilty about not being a good hip hop partner: she wasn't a very good partner to show off any kind of dancing. Before he prepared their exit from the dance floor Wren did make sure to grab a few selfies and quick vids.

At one point he loosened his belt to the point the pants would've fallen off had he not been holding them with his ears. Why? Well, so he could slip his girl halfway into them, of course, her tail, flippers and slit grinding against his half erection and swampy sack. Hah. Why had she gotten so excited again, knowing he was liable to swing right back to this kind of stuff? So there she was getting soaked into a sauna of his musk and big gobs of pre smearing into her skirt. She squirmed from the revolting sensation. That this was all caught onto the selfie vid too did nothing to help, to say the least. They were in public dammit! People were watching. She even spotted the same damn veemon from earlier. Right after that, Wren waddled off the dance floor, clearly a little winded by the effort and with Victoria still tucked in there like he needed an excuse to make his bulging crotch even more pronounced. 

Ah, so he was strong enough to do those sorts of moves, but only for a short time. Made sense, especially with the weight being swung around. He snatched a complimentary water bottle off a nearby table. One had the distinct impression he needed something closer to a water cooler tank. He flopped into a section of sunken seating and let out a contented sigh. One of his ears pulled the hanky out of his poked and... yep, used it to wipe his soaked armpits. And even before that she spotted at least two suspicious stains on the thing. From up close it looked a little more like a bandanna than a proper kerchief. This realization seemed to track with the sudden downward turn of the entire situation

"Finish wiping me down, hun?" he grinned, quickly burning through his accumulated goodwill capital.

As is, even without shoving her head under the hem of the jeans, Victoria was bathed in thick, powerful musk and sweat, the smells all assaulting her nose and leaving her dazed. The club wasn't a particularly nice-smelling place to begin with, but in this lurid holding pouch, the poor gomamon was left to bathe in the stuff. It would surely cling to these clothes for while, and the feeling of being trapped in there was incredibly unpleasant. The slickness from both the soaked fabric and genitals let her move easily enough, but the tightness didn't leave her with the purchase to escape. Not to mention that the general tightness limited her movement. She was then passed the little lavender square, wincing as she took it with one flipper and tried not to smell it too closely. God, he was just putting out so much fucking pre-cum...

Still, she had been given a request. She forced herself lower, panting as she struggled to get some fresher air while that hanky rubbed over the juicy shaft, wiping up as much of the pre-cum as she could before working the other half over his balls. Sure enough, she cut swabs through the sweat and pre, but it was all futile. Soon her clothes were doing more work and soaking it all up. Still, even with a good portion of sweat done, more pre-cum was shot out onto her chest… Fuck, that may have been a deliberate clench on his part to work out a bit of that slick stuff. It was a hot dose of his virile musk shot all too close, and Victoria felt her breathing grow more difficult, the air around her incredibly thick. She reached low, hefting that dick up slightly, just enough to lick the tip clean before tucking it right back down against her body. The nine inches were just slightly above average for a digimon his size. The problem was more the two volleyballs shifting around constantly against her body.

"A-anything for you, sweetheart," she groaned, most of the act momentarily gone from her voice. "Gotta try to keep you cleaner, right...?"

She was struggling, and was already such a fucking mess. It didn't help that some depraved part of her was actually turned on by the whole thing. So was he judging by the noise this was getting out of it. She wondered how close she'd gotten him to blasting off into his pants. When she looked back at him, though, he was staring at her with wide eyes. He reached down and unzipped his pants completely, allowing his erection to spring right back out in plain view. Then the same hand scooped her up and brought Victoria up to his face for another awkward kiss. 

"Don't get me wrong, girl, that was incredibly hot, but I really just meant wiping off my chest," he explained.

Before she could answer, he was pressing his lips to hers again. He couldn't possibly kiss this way without getting a very good taste of his own juices... but he still went for it without a second thought, only barely refraining from the urge to lick right past Victoria's tonsils. His pole throbbed against her rear end. No getting that thing back into those pants now… Well, one thing in his favor: he sure wasn't insecure over his own taste and smell the way she'd known other males to be.

So he apparently wasn't going to fuck her on the dance floor, but here was fine?! As she glanced around, she could see they weren't the only ones getting handsier there though. Seemed like these pits weren't for lounging so much for getting freaky, and no one was really batting an eye at them. Indeed a threesome was going on in the next pit over. Judging from the increased energy from her date, the gargomon had planned for this from the beginning. This was probably a fantasy years in the making.

Things got a little blurry at that point. Wren had warned her that he was a virgin, but she'd taken the job knowing full well what she was getting in, what with the dick pic that had served as the male's opener.The Gargomon fucked her slit deep and hard until he poured his load inside, complimenting her loudly on her tightness the whole time. He barely noticed when his thumb accidentally slipped right up her anus. The ordeal attracted a fair share of attention but somehow the Gargomon didn't seem bothered to have those eyes on him for his first time fucking. Heck, he didn't even notice when a stray bit of cum from a spectator splattered on his chest. Of course at that point his crotch was completely soaked in semen, so getting upset would've been kinda hypocritical anyway. In fact, his whole pants were arguably ruined from the backsplash out of Victoria's slit. He had made as huge a load as she had expected from those balls, and the gomamon's hole was nowhere near capable of handling the whole amount. On the upside, she could cum as much as she wanted and no one ever knew.

What prompted him to ask first whether Victoria wanted the next one in the butt? Was he trying to keep the mess in check for his second load? Did he want to get extra freaky since he didn't know whether he would ever get another chance? Did he, somehow, somewhere at the back of his mind figure that it would probably be more pleasurable for the seal? Whatever the response was, Victoria wondered after the fact, her belly already bulging from the cock alone, and now visibly bloated from the semen, why she'd said yes. 

Poor Victoria was intensely lost in the feelings swimming in her head, as well as her belly. She had been fucked so very thoroughly in front of everyone, her eyes shifting from person to person amid the watching crowd. She had felt undenieable pride for inspiring some to also get to fucking thanks to the lurid display, but her eyes kept coming back to Wren's face as he worked her out. He wasn't smirking at her. No trace of that harsh, wicked glint that so many of her clients had.  Oh it wasn't pretty. His face was ugly, uncoordinated, but also completely genuine when he fucked: every little expression was 100% a result of what he was feeling. That he was so willing to abandon himself in the act was charming in its own right, even as he re-arranged the gomamon's guts with his vicious fucking and left her feeling ready to pop with his second load. Wren somehow managed to button his pants back, leaving the thick fleshy pole buried as far up his "girlfriend"'s ass as it could go. 

"Alright, Vicky... This was amazing and all, but I should really think about getting home," he panted with a satisfied grin. "What ya think, hun?"

He leaned down for a last kiss. This one was not dominant, or possessive or a poor attempt at being seductive. I was just plain sloppy with horniness. Barely in control. Despite his statement to the contrary, it left one with the distinct impression the big dumbass was struggling to not rut into her again. Or at the very least that he was planning to go home and spend quite a while jerking off before collapsing in bed. As Wren stood up, she pressed herself firmly into his chest.

"Hey hun?" she groaned, pulling herself together to keep up the charade just a little more, "You think you can get me home?"

After all that fucking, Wren didn't seem to casre about his own state. There was a messy trail behind them, but the gargomon didn't care. His pants were a wreck he needed to get out of asap or they'd end up glued to himf, but he didn't care. He was very satisfied and had a little distracted look that left her smiling: he was obviously already thinking about what he'd do next time. That was a common enough reaction. Once they'd had a taste, they couldn't go on without it. And he had been especially needy, for sure.

He made his way toward his flatbed truck. This was a vehicle that had seen some use, but it was still well-maintained and not  banged up. The explanation was plain to see as it was lettered on its side with the name of her client's general contracting company. Wrenovations. She rolled her eyes at the pun. He hadn't mentioned his job, but it did explain part of his attitude and his build, for sure. He threw the passenger door open and paused with a groan at the tool belts covering the seat.

"Gimme a moment..."

He was right about to pull her off his dick when she gripped the larger male's pecs to push herself down again, stubbornly staying on that dick. At this point, it was a relatively easy gliding all the way down to the base and it elicited a needy moan from her despite how completely wrecked her ass felt.

"Hold on, don't worry about it! We'll just...I mean, you can drive with me stuck on your dick, right? If you pull outta' me now, it's just gonna mess up your car. That, and...well… the evening's not over and maybe you'll decide to put another load in me before we arrive."

There it was: a little professional charm to hide how much she was loving this dick. She reached up and ran her smooth, blunted claws across his cheek, being really sweet about the whole gesture before rolling her hips down again. Gotta make sure she was nice and snug on him, even if the motion got a little feminine whine out of her. She then reached back to tug Wren's waistband up as well, ensuring she was stuck down there, even if steering and sitting would be a bit awkward. 

 "Th-there. Better, nice and secure. It'll be the first time I've ever given a ride while getting a ride. I'm kinda looking forward to it."

Wren mistook her groan and even if he didn't question it too much, slamming the door shut and making his way over to the driver's side, he did ask with a little lip bite of his own: "You sure you can handle more of that?"

He would indubitably screw "her" into next week, but his concern was a whole brand of cute. She gave a little giggle. In her mind he had already gotten himself a discount on his next date, and he was obviously worried about that possibly not happening. Once she'd reassured him some more, getting a strong flex of his meat for her trouble, he slid himself into place and made his way out of the parking lot. He was still careful to not make the ride rougher than necessary. Just another detail to add to the long list of things leaving her with conflicted thoughts. After a couple minutes of awkward silence, Wren finally piped up with a most rather relevant question.

"Erm... It's all nice and good but... Are you gonna tell me your address or just keep clenching and try to make me cum without moving?" he panted lightly.

"Oh fuck, right. It's...kinda far from here, kinda. 5183 Silver Avenue."

It was spoken with such casualness, but she was a little concerned about his reaction.As much as he clearly attempted and failed to mimic their lifestyle, Wren seemed to have little experience driving in this part of town. He didn't seem to register the address's significance until they got almost stuck at the gate. Further up the street was Shining Heights, the high-end apartment complex set in a gleaming, slightly curved skyscraper where she lived. The tower stood tall in the night sky, catching any city light it could and still shining in the dark sky, blotting out the stars with its ambient glow. Wren's eyes looked like they were going to pop right out and bounce across the pavement.

"What the f--" he mouthed while maneuvering his flatbead amid high-end sedans and SUV's, luxury vehicles one and all.

It stuck out like a sore thumb. He rubbed the back of his his head and was about to say something when Victoria interrupted. She'd had time to come to a decision, and it wasn't even influenced by how much a mess this was going to be.

 "W-wait!! Wait wait wait, please, I have an-...I have an offer. Nobody said this night had to end here. Just because we're here doesn't mean we've gotta go our own separate ways."

He looked more than a little surprised and she couldn't blame him. She had been flatly professional about the business aspects so far. Her other clients would have been surprised even. She knew what she was getting into: a whole night of staying as Victoria, tons of cum, sticky fur in the morning, a whole night of keeping his rather sizable cock tucked away...it was good for a night, sure, but after all this arousal and fun, his dick was aching to be freed, a constant discomfort that could be ignored, yet still reared its head on occasion. Victoria hid her this look of realization by nuzzling into Wren's admittedly cute gut, showering what she could with kisses before resuming her cutest smile and looking up at the big stupid lug. 

"We could… We could keep fucking beyond that. Leave the mess up there. Go home in the morning. No extra fees, all on the house."

There was stunned silence for a moment

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"We could… We could keep fucking beyond that. Leave the mess up there. Go home in the morning. No extra fees, all on the house."

Wren hesitated for a moment. More out of sheer confusion than anything else. He had never in his wildest dream thought a girl would have wanted a second turn with him. Well, he had, but the wild dream part was pretty important here. His confidence in even the fantasy had been browbeaten from years of getting turned down in real life and online alike. Being given even a first turn without paying was pretty much out of his mind. Once he recovered from his surprise, it didn't take him long to make a decision, though.

"Alright, 'hun', I sure ain't going to say no to more of that~"

He panted and ran his fingers around the stretched rim of Victoria's anus. A little bit more kissing. When he dipped his tongue into her throat without warning, it wasn't by accident, but at least he seemed a little better at timing it. He flicked the canine appendage against her lips:

"And you did make me wonder how this would feel on my cock~."

She was already reaching for her cell phone and starting to text frantically. Wren had tried to get a parking spot relatively close to the building's front entrance so she didn't have all that much time. At least he was holding her steady, which left her flippers free for communicating. Wren almost jumped out of his sweaty skin when the Leomon at the door greeted him by name. The hawkmon at the reception desk was doing some calls but gave a friendly nod of his own. Why was there even a reception? The Gargomon was feeling more out of place by the seconds. He had expected dirty looks, not being politely ushered through the lobby with minimal fuss while semen dripped out of Victoria the whole time. She nuzzled that gut once more, now giving it loving rubs and squeezes. Every step jostled her up just that little bit onto his cock.

 "Alright babe; 22nd floor, number 2204. You should get the elevator," she managed.

Luckily it was very late and hardly anyone was still around. The entire experience still felt awfully surreal to the Gargomon. His cock actually started deflating some, causing even more leakage. Wren only seemed to get control of his vocal chords back once they were in the elevator. His volume rattled the small metal age and resonated down up the shaft.

"Gurl, WHAT THE FUCK?!" he roared in disbelief. "Does this job really gets you that much bang for your fuck?!" a brief pause, then he leaned into the corner of the elevator in a cold-sweat panic: "Oh no... Oh no ... Please tell me we're not about to squat in one of your high rollers' place..."

There was a loud splat as his cock flopped out of her completely despite the Gomamon's best efforts. Following after was a mess that coated what of Wren's jeans had somehow escaped the disaster. The puddle was large enough they'd be sure to leave a trail down the hallway. Without the cock to force her staying in place, Victoria scaled her way up Wren's frame and  lightly slapped his cheek. Okay, so maybe "lightly" wasn't the word, but it wouldn't leave a mark at least. He was an adult-level digimon and she wasn't, after all. She rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, babe? Calm. Down. We're not squatting anything. I live here. It's my place. I do more than take dates for cash… I'm a pianist. Only difference is that on a date I get to pick which asshole I'm dealing with. While I play, I'm surrounded by assholes I did not pick and I don't even get to have fun. They pay to hear pretty music and I provide," she explained.

There were so many questions swimming in Wren's head. He had almost asked if the pianism paid that much (he doubted it, but he was willing to question his parents' disdain for the arts), but to his utter horror the door opened with a weird electronic chord instead of a reasonable ding. He was in fact wondering where the rest of the tune went before he spotted the other female that had stepped in and right into the puddle of his cum. She briefly locked eyes with the pair. Oh fuck. He was so out of his league and he didn't like it. He had wanted to be up here. Among the higher-class people. He had wished for it with all his soul, but now that he was there, he was being put back in his place with half a glare, withering without the fox even looking at him. Victoria hopped down him right as they got to her floor and used Wren's spilled nut juice to slide out into the hallway. It was the first time she'd ever been able to glide on carpet.

"Come on baby, let's get to my place. I got a shower with your name on it."

Wren awkwardly lumbered after her. His state of mental disarray was clearly not resolved by the time he bursted in a loud whine, right there in the hallway:

"But I thought we were gonna have more seeeeeeex..."

It wasn't that he was being an inconsiderate asshole. He merely had enough foresight to realize that it didn't seem that useful to take a shower only to then get back to making a mess.

"Just something quick to freshen up and to put a drain under us: I still gotta blow you, after all." 

She offered a wink up at Wren. Somehow she was back to her nice and cute persona, even though a significant proportion of her body weight was still made up of his cum. They left a messy set of trails up to Victoria's apartment, which she opened with a key card. What Wren saw inside was just as ritzy as the rest of the building: stark, soft white carpet and genuine hardwood floors—he could tell the difference. Tasteful cube-shaped light fixtures hung from the ceiling, casting a cold, blue-ish glare onto everything. An electric fireplace was set before a massive leather corner couch, one adorned with drink at both distant ends. The kitchen was human scaled, but adorned with little step ladders and stools, likely so that the Gomamon could work without needing someone else's help.

There must have been a second floor 'cause there also was a spiral staircase going up Wren couldn't help but take a long, appraising look around even before he stretched. The work, as far as he could tell,hadn't been done with the care to be expected of such a high-end place. He could spot where light switches had been moved. Could see a few moldings that could be better secured. Noticed surfaces that hadn't been properly primed before getting painted over. He hoped Victoria hadn't paid for the conversion herself. This was a shame, even if she couldn't really see these things because they were completely out of her physical reach. Those thoughts helped distract him from the occasional detail that made the owner's profession and gender clear: some unused condoms forgotten across a seat cushion and something under the coffee table that looked suspiciously like a sleeve toy of some sort. He was not a decorator, but as a practical matter, Wren didn't like all-white interiors. The slightest stain became too obvious. On the other end if the most likely stains was from semen, maybe it wasn't a stupid choice…

 "You hungry? I'll get the shower temperature right, raid the fridge if you feel like it." Victoria let him know and vanished into the bathroom.

Her offering to pilfer the fridge snapped the larger male out of his reverie. He managed to work off his soaked pants and dropped them on a section of wooden floor. His eyes glided over to the appliance, trying not to pause over the incredibly phallic bottle of lube right there on the counter beside the sink. He gulped and hollered back before opening the fridge:

"Only if the 'fun' kind of food is separate from the rest!" 

Inside the bathroom, Victoria readied the shower with a few floor-mounted dials. She took a moment to rub at her aching slit. The lukewarm water helped soothe her ache and rinse some of the mess off. The relief would be limited long as the chastity plug held her cock back, but anything to help her get through the night. To help make sure that Wren had fun… real fun. It wasn't long after that when Wren stepped in. He was holding an entire honeydew melon and taking bites out of it like it was a peach. He hadn't bothered knocking or announcing himself in the least. The only thing that might make him recoil would be the sight of an unexpected dick, and that was not happening. The plug was holding fast. As expected, given how much she'd paid for the thing. Without the use of a very specialized tool, her dick was not coming out anytime soon. She even used a claw to press it a little deeper, even if it did make her wince.

"Actually, mind if I use the shower first? I need a piss rather badly, and I'd just make your toilet overflow if I used it..." he said in the sheepish tone of someone who probably spoke from experience.

To say that going from Terriermon to Gargomon involved growing pains was typically an euphemism. He had tried to take a shit in a bidet once and was not eager to relive the humiliation. The girl gave a little groan of annoyance and embarrassment. But she had seen how much alcohol he'd chugged, so it wasn't a difficult decision. She climbed up onto a small shelf-like bench. He immediately pegged it as original, not a retrofit.

"Alright, just join me in here. The water's too good to leave."

She flopped on her back languorously to expose her still slightly-agape asshole and slit. The latter was now puffier thanks to her ache… but the slight swelling was doing wonders to make it look even more like a proper pussy. Wren could tell by her expression she was judging him. He did his best to ignore it. Between his work and gym training, he needed to eat a lot no matter what. Came with the territory when you were a Digimon, really. It felt hypocritical to be judged over it. She half-lidded her eyes, and almost looked comfortable even on the hard marble seat… But despite Wren's somewhat self-conscious thoughts, she couldn't wait to snuggle against the big comfy guy..

He stepped inside the walk-in shower. In a way he wasn't surprised by that decor. The entire bathroom was a significantly higher quality of retrofit, which was to be expected for a Rookie and especially an aquatic rookie. As a kid his best friend was a Betamon so he was not surprised at all that half the bathroom was taken up by essentially a miniature indoor pool. Technically a japanese-style bathtub, but most rookie would sink into it until water got all the way over their head, were it not for the seats. So "pool" seemed like much more apt terminology. It gave him some nostalgic pangs remembering splashing around with his friends.

He took a few moments, not just to finish eating the large fruit, but also to gauge where best to aim to avoid unnecessary splatter. That ended up putting his cum-slick cock right in front of Victoria's face, but he had the politeness to turn away. Now it was his thick ass that was facing her way as his hand gripped at his member and aimed down. The powerful jet soon resonated amidst the noises from the shower, and the salty, musky scent of his urine mixed in. He gave a groan of relief, but felt awfully self conscious about the odor. On the other end, she had chosen herself to stay right there as he did his business. It took some time for him to fully void his bladder and the mixture pooled briefly on the shower floor toward the end. He had been pre-drinking some even before Victoria arrived at the club.

"Wow... that was even more than I expected," he admitted with a groan. He was not careful and couldn't prevent his cock from slapping wetly across Victoria's face when he turned. "Oh, fuck, sorry girl... You... want me to eat you out some?" he offered in sheepish repayment.

There was no hiding the disgust on Victoria's face, and it was not caused just by having to witness the pissing and suffer the stink from even closer. She scrambled to recoil away, face marred by an offended expression. And yet she softened a little at the attempt to make up for it. That was some serious commitment to the hetero sex bit. He would totally do it if she said yes. At the same time he hoped with every fiber of his being that "she" would let him off gracefully. He had not bought into the fiction quite that deeply. He was already taking her silence as a yes and was down to one knee when she stopped him by grabbing from his genitals.

"Sweet of you to offer, hun, but I don't recall asking for anything like that. You, however, mentioned wanting to really feel my mouth around your dick, didn't you?" 

She motioned for him, and he gingerly sat down on the bench, briefly concerned the thing wouldn't handle his weight. it did in fact do so very well, so he relaxed in her grip. He couldn't entirely mute sigh of relief.

"Well, I do want you to have a good time too..." he stated, then added as a barely audible mutter: "'specially since I'm not paying anymore." 

With that, Victoria laid across his thigh to reach for and heft that huge slab of man meat up. She made sure to shake it in the water jet to shake off any lingering piss. He couldn't exactly blame her. She settled over his thigh, giving a small nudge into his gut once more before going to work. Her mouth dropped open, the gomamon's soft, silky tongue trailing all over that shaft with practiced ease and care. She could have launched right into the action, but instead let him squirming a little.This was more than a simple blowjob. It was outright lurid worship of Wren's massive cock.

His member soon began throbbing to attention under her touch. One filthy scent was slowly, but inevitably replacing another. The heat of the shower and Victoria's ministrations were doing wonders to put his body in overdrive and assist along the process. Even the constant water flow of the shower wasn't doing much to fight off the intense musk soon radiating from the Gargomon's cannonballs. When she started taking in his length, a sizable piece of flesh even before it became engorged, it was already half hard.

Some males have impressive self-control when it came to their sexual parts.

Wren was absolutely not one of those.

The Gargomon had to grip the seat to keep from grabbing her and using her throat as just another fucksleeve. His rumbling resonated in the room, that much more audible now that they weren't drowned by the club's loud music. With each touch, each lick, each breath, each heartbeat, a little more length, a little more girth, a little more firmness. Before long, with each of those came a little more precum. The thing had been in darkness or buried into her most of the time, so Victoria hadn't actually gotten a proper first-hand look at the veiny organ besides the dick pic Wren had opened negotiations with.

"Jesus FUCK this is good... " he cussed.

She started to bob her head and stuff the thing down her throat as soon as it was firm enough. Once it was all the way hard, she made sure to take a nice deep breath to tide her over until she could properly breathe again… or until she absolutely needed air again. That wouldn't happen though. No way he could give Victoria's lung capacity a run for its money. He hadn't lasted that long in her slit or in her ass, so why would this be all that different? Wren knew this. Knew that his stamina lay more in very fast recovery than in time spent before blasting off. Just as well too, given the balls nature had for some reason deemed fit to give him. What came out of him was nothing but a cacophony of strained animalistic grunts and moaned half-words that encouraged her to keep trucking.

Her head wasn't moving gently or at all slowly, instead going absolutely wild with her throat game. Surprisingly enough, he still had enough sense to spread his legs when she started trying to shove them aside. She flopped forward between his legs, throat bulging out of his sight with the thick meat. She treated his cock not unlike how he might treat a piece of good food. She felt like she was trying to lick every bit of tastiness off him. Whenever she managed to get the entire thing into her throat her lips would give a little kissing motion around it at his pubic that left him shuddering violently. She herself wasn't quiet either, though he was noisier. Wren could only surmise from experience that some of the feelings over his cock were from the Gomamon gagging herself repeatedly onto it. And yet it was moans that came out muffled. She… liked doing this? One flipper went down, rolling those oversized, overproductive nuts. She managed all this with minimal movement. He had to assume she was conserving oxygen in a careful game of giving the proper action and keeping herself from passing out. 

Despite being half out of his mind with pleasure, he was not thrusting or humping into her. In this position,he wouldn't have known how to really do it anyway. Even though he knew it was useless, that he would explode anytime soon, he was trying very hard to hold back. Not to tease Victoria. Not to show off. Not even because it might make his load bigger. He wanted to hold back because it felt so fucking good and he wanted to feel that for as long as he could, even if it wasn't going to be that long. That's why he was making such loud and lewd noises that almost drowned those of the shower. And even though he wasn't actually cumming, at times the amount of pre that squirted out of him felt like it.

"Vic... Vicky... Victo..." he panted in short breath. "I'm go... gonna... gonna... going to..."

Victoria could hear that panting, but didn't bother doing anything like slowing down or trying to gently keep him on edge. She knew what was coming out soon and she wanted it. Wanted to feel bloated beyond belief from the flood of thick, hot Gargomon spunk. The only thing that changed was her eyes opening up fully to meet Wren's gaze, no longer closed or half-lidded. There was a fierce look in the rookie's eyes, a demanding expression that had been completely absent back in the club. Now, this little slut was almost commanding Wren to blow down her throat, the rookie going down all the way and holding herself there. When she stared, glared, demanded with those eyes, there was no way he could stop it. It was a tsunami, a hose. Not so much a spurt as someone draining the sink right down into her throat. He could feel himself throb like he'd never throbbed before. 

"GYAAAAAAAAHHHHHH"

Wren felt a little guilty that at the back of his mind, he worried about the soundproofing instead of enjoying this. If he ever got loud like that at his place, the neighbors would probably call the police to complain. And his neighbors lived in detached houses! Victoria met the challenge with gusto. Her tactic was simple: work that throat and tongue and combine that with some hot suction. Wren was treated to the true rookie fleshlight™ experience, with her soft throat clenching and rippling with each deliberate swallow, and her smooth, lovely tongue dragging all over the few incredibly thick inches that weren't in her throat. The suction was keeping Wren's foreskin back, exposing the sensitive tip to all of that silky goodness, hopefully giving him a whole new height of pleasure while the Gomamon put herself in a position to be made into a cum balloon yet again. She kept herself in place all on her own, because Wren didn't quite trust himself to do so... Or more accurately he did not trust himself to not start thrusting and throatfucking her like he did his own masturbation toys back home. Eventually his body went limp, cock still twitching gently into her throat as the last of his load seeped into it. He took deep breaths, eventually looking down and wondering what kind of expression she would give him this time. His cock remained hard and firm despite the seal's best efforts. 

"How the hell do you do that..." the Gargomon marveled. 

He could feel her belly rounded a little from his load. He wasn't worried, though. Digimon were built to handle consuming out of this world amounts of food. A fair amount was drooling out of her mouth and down her cheeks and muzzle still.. The expression that met Wren's cautious gaze was one he'd never seen before, a strange sort of mix of happiness, lust and something else . She seemed almost… elated to have been challenged like that...what was that look?

Victoria, meanwhile, knew just what she was feeling: the budding embers of genuine care. She hadn't just been watching him for a reaction or to get a rise out of the stud, but to see every little face he made. The clenching of his arms as he held the bench, the way his legs drew up slightly on occasion, the roll of those fat hips, the way he bit his lip or made a pleasured face that looked more akin to as if he'd stubbed his toe or was passing out. It was a delight to watch, and to know that he wasn't doing a damn thing to seem dignified. All he wanted to was to cum, and cum he did, accepting what she gave without demanding anything further. It was an experience she loved, that genuine nature drawing her in like nothing else ever had. When she pulled off that twitching, leaking rod, all Victoria did was crawl up into his lap and cuddle into his chest, nuzzling into one of his pecs with a quiet sigh.

"Practice, mostly. But I just wanted to make you happy...that helps a lot."

He wanted to surprise her. Or he wanted to do it and didn't care. Or, as strange as it seemed, it maybe didn't even cross his mind that it might be unusual for a so-called straight guy. But what he did next was bring her up and kiss her again. Just like he had earlier right after she'd guzzled down his pre and smeared his sweat and musk all over her face. Except this time her maw was basically still half full of cum. She had been pumped so full that she literally couldn't swallow it all. Yet Wren didn't let that stop him one bit. He seemed to want to take over the swallowing job, basically cleaning up her maw and giving her a bit of a sweet taste of that melon from earlier in return. After tickling her throat just a little, he pulled back for air. Wren was going to need a lot of practice to throat like that cause his breath holding was shit.

"Fuck, Now I understand why people pay in the five digits for ya..." he panted in disbelief. Before too long, though, thick digits began teasing at both Victoria's slit and her backdoor. "Hmmm... You wanna stick around in here or save water and give me a tour of your place?" he joked.

Not that he would object if she did want to show off the rest of the apartment, but that clearly wasn't a serious suggestion. After all, why would the seal ever want to give him a tour outside the bedroom? There was no hesitation in her voice as she jerked her head towards the shower stall door.

"Let's get out of here. Not much to show though. There's the bedroom, the movie room, and some storage space, but you can still see them… we can use 'em too, if you like."

He actually froze in a dumbstruck haze when she stated that one of the other rooms was a movie room. The idea of dedicating an entire room to something like that felt so ridiculously decadent he didn't think normal people actually did it. He hardly ever got to watch movies at all growing up to begin with, so the idea of having sex there confused him even further. What, were they supposed to watch porn or something? He was snapped out of it by a touch. One of those flippers had found Wren's big, strong paw and gripped it, claws lacing between fingers as she gazed up into his eyes. Wren gulped a little. Yeah, he'd have to do that again. He'd wanted to feel desired for once and by the Gods she was doing that to a T.

"I mean, we still have 'til morning, right? That sounds good for you, baby?" she continued.

She didn't even have to keep up the act at all. She'd invited him to stick around. He had arrogantly assumed this was somehow because he had done a good job dicking her down. But there she was making him feel like a complete Don Juan. He felt like he was flying by the seat of his pants, and since he'd left them at the door, he was all the more nervous for it. He managed not to let it show. At least he couldn't say he wasn't getting his money's worth out of it, for sure. Once Victoria was out of the shower, she carefully rolled around on the bathroom rug to dry herself off. Wren had to smother a giggle. She had to go slowly on account of her bulging belly, but the rug did its job and with a quick extra shake the seal's smooth, waterproof fur was dry.

As the female went to the door and tugged at the lowered handle, Wren looked around and realized with embarrassment that Victoria definitely didn't have towels or a hair dryer that would work for him. She was having a bit of trouble with the door. He assumed she usually didn't close it off for the obvious reason that it seemed to be sticking when closed. The new handle was a bit of a shoddy job and he clucked his tongue in disapproval before reaching over to help her. But then he immediately closed the door again behind her, with an apologetic face:

"I apologize for this, but then your bathroom is a hundred percent spillproof," that part wasn't skimmed on at least.

Victoria was treated to the muffled, undignified sounds made by an anthro canine shaking off the water and the resultant splashes against the walls, the door, the floor and the ceiling. Finally the door opened on a clearly embarrassed Wren.

"Ahem... yeah... I don't think your bath mat would've been enough for me," he explained and stepped out, still moist, but at least not dripping.

Wren had to admit he had wondered how Victoria handled the spiral staircase. It was an easy climb for him, but the carpeted slats for stairs were a clear challenge to her. Doubly so when accounting for her cum-filled, bloated stomach. Each one got a short grunt out of the girl, and halfway up she flopped onto her back.

 "J-just gimme a bit? Gotta get my breath, gotta...phew! I gotta get back in shape..." she panted

Even though the smaller digimon hadn't asked for his help, the Gargomon was quick to come to her rescue. As he stepped up, there was a brief moment of awkward silence before he realized he was actually mentally calculating how to install a ramp or some sort of dumbwaiter for her and mentally chided himself. This was not the time to get business thoughts! And he was NOT gonna trade home renovations for sex! He had to have some sort of dignity.

"Well, I did kind of stretch you out of shape," he tried to cover up his awkwardness as they reached the second floor. 

Even winded, Victoria giggled at the joke, bonking her head against Wren's calf like an affectionate cat.

"You're a funny guy Wren, I mean it. You're always quick with some kinda' joke or wit, you should make some cash off that."

Wren rubbed the back of his head with a bit of a sheepish smile at the compliment. A comment like that from his usual… attempt would probably have gotten him slapped instead. The landing was a narrow balcony with three doors. Victoria noted the doors at each end to be a water-closet and a linen closet. She didn't currently use the latter on account of the door handle being out of reach. Wren harrumphed loudly in disapproval. That was a completely unprofessional job. The seal slid across the carpet to the bedroom's door. Wren tried to brace up because no doubt there would be something to surprise him in there. He had to admit, though: he didn't know if he wanted to find a water bed for the cliché aspect or wanted to not find one because Victoria felt like she was above that tackiness. Not that he had any notion of actual tackiness—as anyone who'd ever seen his home could tell. His mother had always been derisive of water beds in general. Which in retrospect seemed pointless since they couldn't ever have afforded one in the first place.

The bedroom was as pristine as the rest of the apartment, though clearly far more lived in than the other rooms. The bed seemed suspiciously normal: a king-sized, permanent bedframe, with what he at first mistook for a hideaway bed drawer, and a set of steps for the rookie to help clamber up. At first the bed looked wooden, but on closer examination it turned out to be metal covered in wood-imitation laminate. There was also a large silver button on the side of it. Victoria gestured up at the piece of furniture with a flipper.

"Plenty of room for you and then some!"

Noticing his unspoken curiosity, she grinned and slapped the button. To Wren's surprise, the drawer began to slowly open. The space was lined with aqua-blue pool tile. A fitting decor given that it was, in fact, full of water!

"Sometimes when I gotta de-stress, I get in my little hide-away. There's mood lighting and even a stereo. Hate to say it but I kinda use this more than the actual bed," she giggled.

When it turned out the entire bed base was in fact, hiding what Wren could only describe as some sort of custom-built sensory isolation tank, his mind went full calculation mode for a bit. That thing couldn't have made it through the door or up the stairs, even taken apart. It had to have been custom-built on site. He was starting to see one reason why some of the conversion had seemed a little second-rate: this thing must have sunk quite a bit of the budget on its own. At least that explained why the swim tub downstairs seems to go kinda unused. Eventually his eyes unglazed and he shook his head a little before rubbing the back his head:

"Well, it may be plenty of room for you, but I don't think I'd fit in there," he pointed out like the moronic himbo he could be sometimes.

Wren could recognize the bed as safe for him. Plus it had to be if the Gomamon regularly brought digimons of his size into her apartment. So he actually let himself flop back on it. It gave only a light creak, which left the Gargomon smirking smugly at his own assessment. .

Leaving the hidden chamber open, the gomamon crawled over to the closet and pushed it open with a claw-shaped grip, revealing a wide selection of outfits ranging from adorable and damn near anime-level of cutesie to bondage garments, leather harnesses and hoods. Just outside the frame of view was the male half of his wardrobe, the part Wren wouldn't get to see.

"A girl's gotta stay dressed up nice. I keep the make-up in the bathroom, just in case anything spills."

The Gargomon had shifted himself around until his head hung upside down over the edge of the bed to look at her showing off. Even in that position a chubby was enough to make hi cock visible over the horizon of his fakely pudgy belly. He watched curiously as the girl revealed some very osé outfits, and she could see it twitch. She reached inside and fished out a bottle of lube before tossing it onto the bed. Wren was so taken by the sight that he basically forgot to dodge the flying bottle of lube.

"There, just what we need. So, how are we gonna do this, big guy?"

She slammed the button again and the drawer slowly closed with a light whirring noise. After a quick climb, Victoria joined Wren on the mattress. She laid on her back and made the best bedroom eyes she could. For the first time this evening Wren was getting a full frontal look at her. With no clothing or strobing lights in the way. From that adorable face and shining eyes to the puffy, soft slit set lower down her body. Her pre-cum from the night's events helped to make her look especially wet and ready. Just like she hadn't seen his cock in the clob, Wren hadn't seen Victoria's slit. And, well... he may not have been with a girl ever before, but he had seen enough porn that it was definitely visible that this was not really a girl in front of him. That wasn't what had him freezing yet again though. What made him freeze for a moment was finding out it didn't bother him as much as he'd have expected.

Oh boy.

So it was kind of a huge relief when the 'gal' decided to take the lead:

 "Tell ya' what, I got an idea already," she announced  "You lay on your back and let me do all the work. I'mma show you that nice guys don't always finish last.."

He had to admit it was kind of a surprise still, given how she'd mostly just let him manhandle her so far. Yet sort of welcome too. Before he got... distracted, he was about to say he kinda wished to, like, genuinely pleasure a girl. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted him to do, how to do it. How to really make her lose her mind.

Okay, so he fully expected she would fake through it all if he did ask that. But he still kinda wanted to do something like that. To know he was doing it well. Either way, in this particular moment quite a bit of his initial façade of confidence had eroded away so he didn't think he could ask it without sounding like a little bitch. One thing that didn't seem to be eroding away, though, was his libido—a fact he wasn't sure whether to be ashamed or proud of right this moment—,and when he rolled onto his back as requested, Victoria found his pole erect and throbbing and having already started to make a wet spot in her sheets.

She looked at his massive erection with a level of hungry lust that almost scared him. Not scared that he might hurt her. But scared that against all evidence so far he might actually disappoint her. She made her way over onto him and used her teeth to flick the lube open. She drizzled generous amounts of the substance over her flippers, then took the thick organ into her grasp, stroking with both limbs before switching to a gentle twisting motion. Her eyes were focused on that hefty slab, having to force herself to look away and back at him.

"Feel that, babe? That's just a warm-up to the fun stuff. I'll teach you exactly what you need to know to really make it good for me, or any girl you meet."

To be honest, the handjob could have gone over all night and not actually gotten Wren to blow. Oh it felt very nice alright, and his cock was throbbing nice and firm and practically diluting the lube with all the pre coming out. But a side effect of 25 years or so of jerking off, Wren was abruptly finding out, was slight dulling of sensations when someone else did it. The mixture of pre-cum and lube was perfect for what the gomamon had in mind. She promptly slung herself around and spun on her chest to let that dick rest against her belly. She ground herself along it and got a little bit of faint, teasing enjoyment from the touch of that beast pushing against her slit. She shifted her angle, lifting her rear end higher and higher. Wren watched the small digimon prop herself up. He wondered where she was aiming for. Was she as much of a freak as he was? He very nearly physically pushed aside the thought that duh, of course 'she' would go that way. No. He refused to think about that right now. And yet that thought did make his cock throb mightily against her cute pucker right before that hole found its purchase. Victoria rolled her hips and arched her back up, then dropped down hard. Just like that she sank down over the blunt, bell-shaped tip, sinking her date deep into her tight little ass with a loud, strained moan escaping her in the process.

"Mmh, there we go big guy...hard part's done."

Wren disagreed. His eyes clenched with a blush and a groan. He was gripping the sheets with both his ears and paws. He had to resist the urge to grab her. He'd done it once and although she had clearly not hated it because, well, there they were, this was supposed to be her moment.

She relaxed a little, able to let her expression go while he had his eyes closed. The incredible stretch brought pain and pleasure in equal measure. That enormous girth mashed her prostate like a button, sending that undeniable pleasure racing up her spine and making that slit of hers leak further, as if the sudden surge of pre-cum was just an automatic response to the stimulation. She stopped half way down, not able to sink further without assistance. Time to start the male's first lesson.

"First thing… help a girl out when she rides you? Put those hands on my hips and back, guide me gently… even if you aren't thrusting, it just feels nice when a guy holds me like that. Do that for a girl and she'll appreciate it."

Victoria wasn't going anywhere until Wren obeyed, though she did treat the stud to a clench now and again. Wren found himself frozen. He had been trying to, well, do precisely not what she was now asking him to do. There was a loud gulp. Yeah, that façade of confidence back at the club was crumbling something serious in here. He detached one hand at a time and put them on the Gomamon's hips, holding her there, only part of this thick length inside her. The paws helped righting her up so she didn't have to use her core muscles too much. Weird aspects of fucking with a non-anthro body not built for riding cock.

"Alright... I'll try my best not to... turn you into a cocksock again... but no guarantee..." that last word kinda dissolved into a hiss of pleasure as gravity caused her to sink just a little more onto his length.

The Gomamon looked more than pleased with his ability to follow instructions. She moaned right back when more pressure was put to her prostate. She sounded so different from the noises they made in porn. Was this what real sex sounded like? It was strained, loud, trembling and none-too-graceful sounding. She tossed her head back, the cute shock of bright hair tossing down her head messily.

"Good boy, that's all I need from you. I just want you to try, and you're doing that so well." 

Just watching the girl being so horny—despite how he absolutely lacked the awareness to tell if she were faking—was in and of itself aphrodisiac. The compliment made him twitch and she could feel it right against her pleasure button. He strained out a pant.

"I... I try..." he managed to utter.

Victoria reached out and gripped Wren's face, dragging his head up to meet her lips with another kiss. Her mouth still tasted of Wren's prior load. He wondered how long that was going to last. It was her that was kissing ravenously this time. Wren's eyes went wide and another violent throb went through his cock. His whole body shuddered as though he was going to suddenly erupt right then and there. He wasn't good at telling whether she was faking, but whether or not she was, what she wanted to come through came in bright and clear! Her mouth's hunger mirrored her hunger for his cock sinking deeper and deeper into her ass.

He had to curl some to maintain the kiss while her body dragged her down his length and away from him. He just didn't want that kiss to end. And because of that sinking, she felt him groan, moan, grunt and pant into the kiss, not daring to reciprocate at that moment. Worried if he lost himself for just a moment he'd bloat her all tight up with his man cream. That tight hole naturally descended further, and when she finally had it all in, the kiss parted with a hot, trembling groan from her. By the time she was fully impaled, she barely needed the extra support. Nonetheless he had shifted his grip to somewhere around her... were they even called armpits? Whatever. 

"Fff...haah, fuck you're sexy!! Great dick… Cums like a firehose… You're not even scared of your own jizz like so many guys!!" For some reason that gave her a small pause, and cocked her head at him:. " Why don't you mind it, actually...? Like, I'm really curious now. And I bet the answer'll just turn me on more."

He also threw his head back against the pillow, face scrunching a little and needing a moment to register the question. He seemed briefly scared about turning her on more, but at the same time, he wasn't nearly so self-conscious as to hide away the info like it was shameful. After all, he was a champion-level digimon and fully virgin until that night, and he had already told her that .

"Well, huh, back when I first evolved, I kinda went hog wild since suddenly I could jerk off so easily," he began.

Ah yes, the terriermon-not-able-to-reach-for-their-cock jokes existed for a reason.

"So I experimented a lot . Canine flexibility, y'know? I… kinda never stopped? So yeah, I'm pretty used to swallowing my own jizz actually. I could probably reach all the way over to rim myself, but I never dared to go… erm… that far."

There was a bit of a blush, then he used an ear to cover his face. Why the hell did he go and add that last part? her flippers almost instantly lifted the big ear away, holding it as she would a hand before meeting his gaze again. She looked just as lusty as she had suggested she might become after hearing that. Apparently the idea of him sucking himself off to a messy, belly-swelling climax pushed the poor thing right up to the edge. She actually looked briefly panicked, like she did not want to cum just yet. In a way the whole "girl-finds-guy-doing-gay-shit-super hot" (and he literally still thought of it with that exact terminology: "gay shit") wasn't so surprising. That was probably why his brain just blurted out the additional TMI. Either that or he figured, at this point, he might as well spill the beans and even the whole damn chili con carne.

She took a breath and announced breathily: "I've never heard anything so fucking hot in my life."

As if to prove this point, Victoria leaned forward a little so she could press her flippers to Wren's pecs. She dragged her claws over his nipples in short circular rubs. Thanks to Wren's grip, she more easily bounced on his rod and used her upper body more than her lower. He looked almost scared watching her go at him like that. This was the second time at least—he kinda lost track back in the club, so he wasn't too sure which hole he'd cummed into twice—and she still felt just as tight. Actually, to call the Gomamon "tight" was an understatement: that little ass simply wasn't built to handle such a huge intrusion, and yet she was pushing herself through any discomfort to chase the golden grail of erotic thrills: a straight man's approval. Either way some part of Victoria was being directly sparked, and that little part of her fired on all four cylinders as she rode Wren like there was no tomorrow, slamming down against his hips with her own while shouting out more instructions.

"Be my big sexy stud and thrust! Footpaws on the bed. Hips up, so you fucking meet my riding! Show me how much you like it, big guy! Gimme your dick like it's the last thing you'll do!!" Her voice hooked right into the part of him that never got over that one ruler-brandishing teacher in grade school muttered and he started to thrust up. 

"Yes ma'am!" he squealed.

Yes, the big damn lug could squeal like he'd been suddenly turned back into a Terriermon. He knew the basic physics meant this whole thrusting thing did absolutely nothing since no part of Victoria was touching or anything else, but that didn't make a difference. Despite all the attempts to hold back on both sides, the pained throbbing in her puffy slit was a coming sign of her climax, the rough ride and dirty confession betraying Victoria as she bounced like mad. Her head tilted back, chest arched high and back low as she moved from lively, furious bounces to short grinds down against her champion-level lover. Her fangs gritted harshly and her jaw set, sweat rolling down her face and body as she teetered on the very edge of an incredible climax. Even now, her ass was gripping Wren in a milking vice, rippling inward and upward, almost as if to suck him deeper into those tight, slick depths, her hole now a ring that just wouldn't stop squeezing. Victoria gripped the Gargomon's pecs tightly, blunt claws pinching at his nipples.

"Get your thumb in my pussy, hook it in and roll it around! Play with it! Fucking ahh… Just fucking finger me dammit… I'm so close!!"

By the time she demanded this he was pretty much blowing his load already. Luckily they were both well aware this additional orgasm was unlikely to make much of a difference to this natural breeder. It did however, momentarily overwhelm Wren before he could comply with the new order. He knew what it really was, especially when he stuffed his thumb in there, but that absolutely didn't stop him. The thick digit pressed into the slit, forced its way past the lips and right into the slick depth. He could feel the fluids soaking into his fur as he sloppily and haphazardly felt around. The grip on his pecs, the inadvertent pinch of his nipples... suddenly he was finding himself as the stud in a porn movie and that feeling powered him into a particularly potent orgasm. The volume and pressure of semen were somehow such that it actually threatened to lift Victoria up the length. He had to grip her a little more firmly with his one hand and press her back down to keep himself buried all the way into her rectum.

The first shot tried the Gomamon's capacity to hold it, already starting to bloat her up. The second shot just made it worse—and also so much better. It wasn't too long until Wren felt a sudden outpouring of slick cum against his thumb. At that point, neither of them were in their right mind to really notice. By the fifth shot up her ass Victoria certainly didn't look like she cared, all of it just fighting to make room and stretch her to her limits. After the fact, Wren came to the conclusion he must have imagined it when he saw her swallow back something. Even he couldn't possibly make so much semen that it went all the way through into the smaller digimon's throat. Still, that propelled a few more volleys out of him than the seal might have otherwise obtained. The difference in seminal volume would have been comical had any of them been in a place to notice it.

She fell forward across his chest, panting as soon as his thumb was pulled out of her slit and stopped providing extra support. It wasn't a comfortable position, but she managed to drag herself forward until the monstrous piece of meat came out of her with a wet pop and a harsh gasp. It was large enough to actually leave the room so that she didn't bloat quite as much. But she remained quite visibly bloated and Wren stared at her in wonder. She somehow crawled to bring her face up to his. 

How is it that it's not all pouring back out onto me!? he thought.

"That felt wonderful baby, you were amazing." Wren got a peck to his tattooed cheek, then another to the other side, before Victoria continued on. "MMh....you keep doing this and you'll have women fighting over you. You'll move on, find someone better than me, get a steady 'honey' of your own. Hmhmhmhm, what a great guy."

He had a hard time reading the girl at this point. He wasn't good at it at the best of times, and she wasn't being paid. Was she buttering up? Not that he wasn't already intending very much for further dates.but… 

Wren was shaken out of his thoughts when she slipped to the side across his stomach and cozied up against him. As she rambled away and her tone went softer and softer into sleepy breaths, it became obvious that would be the last bit of fun tonight. She was sticky and full and sweaty and apparently not giving a damn about how rank his pits might be.

"Stay with me baby, stay the night. Just stay until morning, I don't wanna spend the night without my big Gargomon man, 'specially when you give good cuddles..."

It would be a lie to say that Wren had not hoped for more. It would also be a lie to say that he wasn't starting to get a little tired himself. Nonetheless, his cock remained rigid, almost spitefully so, even, and Wren glared at the throbbing, messy organ. He half considered curling over to clean it himself, but used the pretense that he didn't want to wake up the Gomamon to avoid confronting the fact he hadn't even thought twice about where it was buried less than thirty seconds ago. Instead he stuffed is cum-coated thumb into his mouth and methodically licked it clean. He worked very hard to not think how he was kinda liking how different it tasted from his own fluids, and by the time he fell asleep he was wondering whether all males tasted different.

At some point during the night, Victor's bladder made it known that it was very upset. Wren's bladder had gotten a chance to void itself and Victor's had not. It was now threatening to make a far less sexy mess out of the seal's bed, so he found himself forced to uncomfortably drag his still stretched belly out of bed and all the way to the water closet. There he seized the special tool to fish out the chastity ring and sighed as his cock erupted sorely out of his slit. Even with the reduction in volume from the fluids absorbed by his body (and now being expelled as urine), he was amazed with how much semen came out of his rear end. After he was back in bed and falling asleep, he couldn't help a little leer as he wondered if he would be able to get even more out of Wren next time.

Sleep was a hard pit to get out of, even harder when you're exhausted from one of the best lays of your life on the tail end of some clubbing and alcohol. Instead of cartoonish snoring and sweaty armpits, Victor woke up to the smells and sound of breakfast. That was something very different from his normal routine with dudes. Most either left quietly or...okay, they just left, period . Victor made his way groggily to the restroom and emptied his guts a second time. When he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he took note that his hack had reached its natural expiration overnight. His markings and voice were back to their original state. He was Victor again, and all the more so after a quick wipe of the remnants of his wake up. Had Wren somehow licked almost all the chapstick off his lips?

Judging by the smells, what was waiting downstairs was an almost laughably stereotypical breakfast. Given that it was a Gargomon cooking, the seal could surmise the amounts would not be. Something like an entire carton of eggs, for a start. Every last piece of bacon that Wren could locate, no doubt, and probably enough pancakes to feed a military regiment. When he peered into the kitchen, he found he wasn't too far off. He may not have been experienced with sex or seduction, but at least Wren knew how to make some food, and without too much of a mess, too—though he lacked any sophistication with in. He hadn't even thought of adding anything extra in the scrambled eggs. Victor just stared at the mess of a Gargomon. Naked, still sweaty… still just like he was the night prior. Not that the Gomamon could fault him for the "naked" part: Victor's apron was about the size of Wren's handkerchief, and the Gargomon's pants were basically dried stiff with cum and a lost cause at this point. Rather than say anything about the cooking or even question why he was staying, Victor just slid close enough to hug  Wren's bare leg. He laid his head against Wren's soft hip. 

"Hey, honey!" the big lug greeted him.

He just hugged for a long, long time before offering a sheepish smile up at Wren. The Other male stared back. Victor assumed at least some of it was finding out how different his… baseline form was from Victoria. His vocal hack was gone, letting Wren hear a slightly deeper voice than you'd expect out of a rookie, much less a gomamon, which are notoriously high-pitched.

"...I'll give you a partial refund for the breakfast service. And more if you uhh, mind how I look."

He could doll himself back up into Victoria, sure, but fucking hell was it early to go through the routine.

"It's fine. I mean, I should've asked first before raiding your fridge." It was clear that despite Victoria's profile making no mystery about it, the big mon had not consciously registered the nature of his date until now. "Especially since I'm a big eater," Wren finished with a self conscious glance at the piles of food already done.

He picked up the next thread with a surprisingly swift turnaround compared to Victor's average Joe.

"Heh, it's fine long as you… don't flash it at me or anything. Your makeup was pretty wrecked up last night anyway... Wait, are you saying there are really guys that expect you to look the same in the morning as when you met up with them??" he asked in disbelief.

While Wren nervously went back to the bacon he had almost burned, Victor set out to set up the table for them. He lifted two plates up next to the larger male before heading back to the dining table and helping himself into one of the chairs. Victor rested his head atop folded flippers, just watching Wren with a kind of friendly fondness. Not entirely platonic obviously: his deep navy peepers inevitably slipped down to that immense package over and over again. It was just impossible to not look at it for too long. However, the mention of makeup staying intact prompted him to fess up a little bit more about his job.

"Oh it goes deeper than that buddy, way deeper. I've got clients who go out of their way to demand that I don't show up in the same place as them while I'm not all made up as Victoria. They only contact me when they want Victoria, only refer to me as such, and pretend that I don't exist otherwise. I still can't go to the Arthropod District during the day because of a certain client."

He cut himself off before he could rant too hard. At least he got to make them pay through the fucking nose for it all. Instead, what came out was more about the more degrading aspects of it all. Wren nodded his head along with the occasional commiserating noise. Now that he wasn't in horny or seduction mode, he didn't have much of that massive crassness from last night. The shameless nudity aside, that is Somehow. it made it really easy to just confide.

"I've had some guys hack their visual receptors to be faceblind to me unless I'm made up, some have censor hacks to block my real name and face out on any kind of document. Hell, I even had a bunch of guys totally wipe their minds of the night and just keep the pictures!"

A strained nervous laughter escaped him. He took advantage of Wren being distracted with shoving the food onto plates to wipe an errant tear or two. 

"It's no big deal," he tried to convince himself, "some guys just like to keep things super discreet. I get it. I'll keep things quiet on my end, don't worry....I don't tell specifics about guys I had. If anyone asks about a Gargomon, I'll just say a sweet guy with sick dance moves took me out."

"Don't worry about that. Not like we're that likely to randomly run into each other otherwise and, well, anyone who knows me wouldn't be surprised that I ended up paying for it. I think they would only be surprised it took so long before I shelled the cash," he commented with a wry smile. "With me, you've certainly earned some rave reviews and a returning client!"

Wren set a plate in front of the seal. It was a fairly normal plate, while Wren's own plate could only be described as a steaming mountain of food.

"You saw I'm a contractor. My high rollers, they treat me as, well, the help . I'm not a competent craftsman and manager, I'm just whoever's there to make their dreams happen. So yeah, I understand at least some of that."

It was clear, however, that he was quite glad he didn't have to go to any such extreme with his clients. As Wren started digging into his food, his terrible manners (if they could be called manners) betrayed his lower-class upbringing. He would constantly have to visibly remind himself to chew with his mouth closed, for starters. But most noticeably, he couldn't keep from shoveling the food into his mouth in downright unbecoming unbecoming amounts.

"You uhh...I really don't think your clothes can be saved, dude. I can try to get a private cleaner for them, but that's a lot of cum still on them. I mean if you like, I could even buy something online and have it delivered here. I get that most people don't mind public nudity, but I can't really say I'm the rule here."

He looked down at himself in short rolls of his eyes, as if to silently point at his subtle slit. Public nudity was a complicated point of contention. A lot of digimon were programmed without natural clothes and often opposed quite fiercely having them imposed upon themselves. So the law allowed, strictly speaking, public nudity, yet at the same time it was considered whilly improper for a normally clothed mon to take advantage of it. In practice, fashions and morals had varied over time and geography. Not to mention there were always asshole cops and security looking for an excuse to abuse their authority. 

The chuckling from Wren at the other digimon's suggestion sent crumbs flying almost all the way across the table before he remembered to cover his mouth. He gave an uncomfortably hard swallow and raised his eyes as he considered the situation. Victor quietly used a paper towel to wipe the half-chewed food off the table.

"I mean, in theory I can't get arrested, but as long as I can get to my truck without too much… neighbor drama? I should be fine. My work overalls are my truck. But even then I probably won't need them just to drive, right?"

The Gargomon recounted how his diminutive size as a rookie meant that even with his external genitals he hardly ever got in trouble even when getting inconvenient boners. His crotch was straight outside of the vast majority of digimon's visual field, so the nudity was not really actually "visible" to them. Since his family didn't have much to spare, the chance to skim on clothing was jumped on. Indeed the freer attitude amongst the lower classes on this issue was really rooted in economic rather than cultural reason. So he was pretty used to going around naked anyway, and even after evolving, he tended to ditch the pants in private.

A little laugh escaped Victor at the thought of Wren flashing people on the way out of the building. This was still a concern. He was pretty sure some of his neighbors were in fact amongst his clients. More importantly, the last thing he wanted to do was impact Wren's economic situation.

"Tell you what...hold on."

He slid from his seat and went to a kitchen cabinet. He slipped inside and fished out a bottle of rather cheap vodka, then climbed back into a chair to set it next to the Gargomon.

"This place has a shipping elevator. You know how it is, some of these guys like their big art pieces or pianos or...well, things like my bed. You can dodge the front entrance that way. You give this to the Prairiemon valet in the basement and he'll let you use the maintenance tunnels." A pause, then he couldn't help adding: "Or you could just go out the front and keep it for yourself."

Wren's eyes sparkled up at the sight of the bottle. Victor should have seen it coming: this guy was probably just as susceptible to alcoholic bribes as the intended victim. In the end though, Wren's honesty won out:

"A Prairiemon you say? Then I probably won't even need it. Prairiemon and Gargomon are thick as thieves. Gauntlet buddies, y'see?"

He raised an arm and shook his wrist in demonstration. He was clearly confused when Victor almost choked on his food. The big guy was entirely unaware—as per standard operating procedure, at this point—just how much that look like a stereotypical gay limp-wrist kind of gesture. Once he was recovered, victor got back to his food. Even though he'd set up the silverware, he had opted to somewhat follow Wren's example and use his god-given assets. He approached the task differently from Wren, though. A triple tap against the edge of the table caused them to shine for a split second as their sharpness returned. Instead of shoveling food, he delicately sliced and picked at the meal. Sure the eggs were unseasoned, but they had a perfect fluffy texture, while the pancakes and bacon were just flavorful in their own right. Normally he didn't eat so much, but the plate looked amazing after their night together, and he couldn't stop the smiling. He ate in silence, focusing on getting the food eaten as quickly as possible, before finally looking up from the diminished heap of breakfast to address Wren once again.

"Seriously though, I'm glad you enjoyed last night. Lucky for you I have a repeat customer program: leave a truthful review and I'll give you 10% off your next session. Pictures are optional but appreciated. It's good advertisement. And if it helps..."

He dulled his claws with another few taps before reaching out and resting a flipper on Wren's beefy forearm… Gods almighty, how did he manage to not hurt me?

"...I really did have fun. I'm off the clock, so you know I'm telling the truth. It wasn't what I'm used to, sure, but I still had lots of fun. I'm serious here. You're a fun guy, Wren." There it was again: that adoring look, the one he had when he was Victoria, that big warm smile set across a cute face and the wide, sparkling eyes so bright and adorable they may very well be a bit of a hack. "...Want one more kiss for the road? I can quickly get made up as Victoria, if you wanna catch one little bit on the way out," he offered

Wren had a long moment of silence. Not hesitation so much as obvious uncertainty how to actually answer.

"Erm... I think I'm gun have to pass for now. The glamour is pretty much well and lifted at this point. Gotta let it rebuild some, y'know? But how about this: next time, you get to pick where we're going. Can't properly treat my 'girlfriend' if she never gets no say in it, right?" He wasn't really done with the plate, but he still stood up and tried to cover up the awkwardness by moving for the bathroom: "If I'm going out there like this, I really oughta shower the worst of this off..."

Though he couldn't deny he was at least somewhat disappointed—what would that tongue have done, he kept wondering—Victor wasn't really offended by the refusal. He quickly leapt off his chair as Wrenwalked past and hugged him fiercely. Really, really hugging the Gargomon as much as he possibly could from his position.

"Alright man. You can shower up and get clean. Don't worry about towels...take the paper towel roll and use my drying mat for the rest. I can just buy a new one," he said. He had an urge to keep holding onto him, so he just… kept talking: "Take as much time as you need, don't have to check in before you leave. You just have a good day, alright man? And don't worry; I won't drag you anywhere too fancy, you'd hate the kind of places I typically visit. I'll hit you up when I got an idea...as Victoria, of course. And ask me for pics if you wanna prove I'm real, or if your buddies ask. That's part of the package deal."

He then let go, at last going to the living room and pulling out his phone. He checked out a couple things and made sure to mark Wren as a "preferred client" in his register. Some had red x's over their profiles, others were marked with dollar signs. Wren, however, was one of the few with a star: he was one of the good ones. Then he just laid back on the sturdy leather couch, nuzzling into the armrest with a good feeling still warming him up. It felt nice for once… just actually outright enjoyable, rather than empty and regretful like most of his other dates ended.

Wren found himself freezing again at the insistent hugging. Not from being hugged by a guy. Or by the fact this was clearly not Victoria. More by the general fact that he was still in disbelief at the idea of someone wanting to go on more dates with him. As encouraging as the Gomamon had been, Wren used as little soap and shampoo as he needed to get the worst of his scent and sexual fluids off himself. He would probably have used the seal's entire reserves of toiletries if he had done a full cleanup. Once he was at least acceptably clean and dry, he stepped out a little gingerly.

"Well, huh, have a good weekend."

He waved at Victor before stepping out... only for a knocking at the door to happen literally five seconds later. It was a large building and Wren had no idea where the freight elevator actually was. Having obtained the necessary information, he strolled in relative silence to the location of his "escape route". He was a little nervous, but it was Saturday morning and things were relatively snoozy at the moment. Waiting for the elevator was actually the most nerve-wracking part of the process.

At least until the elevator, to Wren's absolute horror, stopped on the ninth floor and the Hawkmon from the previous night literally walked face-first into his exposed crotch. To say that the rest of the descent was awkward would be an understatement. After that , getting past Prairiemon was easy, and he felt a lot less worried walk-of-shaming his way through the parking lot to his truck, no matter how completely out of place the vehicle looked. As he drove away, he ran through some numbers in his head and sighed.

"Gonna have to find some high-rolling clients if I want our next date to be in less than six months…"