[b][u][center]The Banker's Bribe
by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








"Heh, well, well, well. The whore's back for a loan."

"Archaeologist, thank you."

"Ain't one of those until you get me to sign off on the loan, girl. Til then -"

"Be honest, Roger; if you were paying market value for all this, you couldn't afford me."

"...Damn, girl...Not wrong, but damn."

Vicki smiled, taking a seat across from her banker. The vixen crossed one leg over the other, a long dress that had seen better days flowing down her legs and leaving most everything below the knee exposed. She'd tied her tails together to imitate a single limb and slid it through the hole in the back of the chair, doing her best to look more relaxed than she felt. 

"So, Roger, how are you expecting me to 'earn' my loan this time?" 

"Heh, right to the point?"

"Well, I can hardly pay for an expedition without it. And the Cursed Masque (and accessories) are hardly going to dig themselves up."

"I never know if you're serious with this bullshit, Vicki."

"Must you be so informal?"

"Girl, you can be Miss Thibodeaux on your loan agreement and all the other legal bullshit. When you're about to spread your legs for money, you're lucky you ain't 'Cunt' or something like that."

"Sad, but true."

As she rested her head on her fist, she favored the pit bull with an appraising look. He was getting on in age a little bit, moving toward his late forties. A little more gray in his coat than she would normally take in a partner, but he came with the benefits of vigor and cash. Experience, too; they'd been doing this little song and dance for the better part of the last decade, ever since her old banker retired and Roger took his place. Vicki still remembered his first day, how he'd been a cocky bastard even then. She hadn't thought that he'd last. 

Honestly, it was one of the few times she'd been happy to be wrong. 

She uncrossed her legs, watching his eyes dip. Making sure that he had a good view up her skirt before crossing them again, she tilted her head a bit further on her hand. 

"So, any ideas?"

"Depends. You want the whole amount, or you willing to settle for 80%?"

"Mmmm, would make it a little difficult; without the whole thing, I can't get the helicopter."

"Something tells me you like roughing it, girl."

"There is quite the difference between 'roughing it' and doing the impossible."

"From what you tell me, you do both regularly."

"Yes, but one chips a nail."

They both laughed at that. As if that would stop her. 

"Here's the thing, Vicki," Roger said, leaning over the desk. "You want, well, a lot. Usually, I'd need the owner to sign off on anything over six figures, and you're up to eight. That's gonna get some eyeballs on the whole thing."

"You know I've always paid it back."

"Yeah. I know. But until you do, I gotta work to keep that away from, you know, official eyes. So...you want all eight figures, I need it to be worth my while."

"Oh, you can't cut a lady a break? Particularly such a [i]good[/i] client?"

"Vicki, hon, you can barely keep up your mortgage payments. I don't know how the hell you keep paying these big loans off, but that house of yours is underwater. Whatever weird magic you got going on that lets you pay the big ones back, I can't be sure it'll keep working. So, we doing something quick for a seven-figure loan, or we taking the afternoon off to justify the eight-figure one?"

She looked over her shoulder. The window to the bank floor was still open, the blinds open. A full-fledged afternoon of enticing Roger into giving her the whole thing would be a little risky, even with the blinds shut. All it would take was one teller coming over for some help to hear everything and expose this little trade of theirs. 

That only made it better. She chuckled, looking back at the pit bull. 

"I suppose you leave me no choice."

"Hey, you're the one splurging."

"I think the colloquial is 'splooging,' and that's certainly what you're about to do."

"Heh. So, the full deal?"

"If I must," Vicki said, sighing with an intentionally excessive amount of drama. 

"Heh, bitch. We both know you love it."

"Once I'm in the mood, perhaps."

"Hmmm, and are you?"

"Much as it would appall anyone in the Thibodeaux family to think I've been charmed by a man such as you -"

"You're wet as hell, aren't you?"

He was right, as he often was. Maybe that was why she liked to keep coming back to him; as tense as she could be with some of her 'clients' (because a girl had financial needs, and there were other things that needed paying, and archaeology was so hit and miss that she certainly wasn't getting paid for that, directly), Roger had a way of helping her ease into it. Maybe it was how blunt he was, maybe it was the way that he saw her as hot and skilled while still needing a nudge. Whatever it was, it worked. 

And so, she spread her legs further, flipping the front of her skirt out of the way. The lack of panties meant that she was already dripping from her pussy down to her ass, and the pit bull's eyes shot up as his muzzle split in a grin. 

"Hehehe, that's what I like to see."

"So, what first, hmm?" she asked, sliding down in her chair, one foot sliding out of a boot and under the desk. "Are we going to warm up, or...do you want to get right to it?"

"You still wearing that compression thing?"

"You are [i]such[/i] a breast-man."

"I'm a woman's man, Vicki," Roger chuckled, getting up. "I'll shut the blinds. You get out of that thing so I can see [i]all[/i] the goods."

"Perv."

"Lucky you."

As he walked around the desk, Vicki stood up. Most of her garments weren't [i]really[/i] there, just like her tail wasn't really one tail; she used a lot of little tricks to give herself something that looked like decent garments without actually having them. As such, stripping down only took a thought; the strings that had been wrapped in illusions, the 'fig leaf' of respectability down below, and the other little tools all disappeared in a shimmer as she let them fade away. 

She felt the shift in weight first, of course. The spell kept her breasts down to a high B, low C cup, depending on just how strong she kept it at a given time. Without the illusion, they grew...multiple sizes, falling forward enough that she had to brace to keep from being tugged over. Porn studios would have killed for the breasts she had, heavy enough that she needed a hand a boob to actually use them with someone else. Vicki took a few deep breaths to get used to the new heft on her shoulders, thankful that the rest of her balanced it out a bit. It was one thing to have near-bimbo level tits, it would have been something far worse to be a total top-heavy ditz. 

With her tails undone, all nine waving around, she knew that she looked like she had even thicker hips than she did, and a nice round rump to go with it. The number of natives and financiers and assistants and rivals that had stared at [i]that[/i] when she was running through a ruin escaping traps that were stripping her ever further was higher than she could count, and she usually preferred not to think too much about that. Hot as it was. 

For all her curves, though, she'd worked to make sure that she could support them. She ran her fingers over her stomach, feeling the little bumps of her abs, and her thighs clenched for a moment to stabilize her. Anyone that thought that she was just a soft bombshell would learn that there was plenty of bomb in that shell. 

The little flutter-flicker of the blinds shutting was her cue to turn around. She had a smile on her face as she took a few steps back, sitting on the pit bull's desk. Roger turned around, looked at her, and whistled. 

"Damn. I'm never going to get tired of that view."

"Heh. I'm sure. So, how are we going to do this today? You want your usual T&A, then sucking clean, or do you have something different in mind?"

"T&A later for sure - I'm never going to turn down a titjob from those melons - but first, I heard something from one of the younger guys that he did with someone. Thought I'd ask you about it."

"Not your wife?"

"Eh, we're not on speaking terms."

"...Not to start a therapy session, but everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, we just haven't been fucking for a while. Heh. She wasn't really into anything but missionary and getting eaten out, and - uh, well, let's just say that a pretty thing like you makes it hard to get satisfied with just that."

"Pretty thing. I noticed the lack of 'young' there."

"Eh, you might look like you're in your twenties, but you've been coming here too long for that to be true. I got all the account details, remember?"

"Leeeeet's not talk about that."

"Heh. So. 'Granny.'"

"Roger, call me that again, and I will introduce you to all the 'pleasures' of BDSM. Including the ones that involve me putting my boots back on and grinding them in places that you [i]really[/i] don't want them."

"...That [i]actually[/i] leads to something I was thinking about, if you can believe it."

"Gods..."

As she pinched the bridge of her muzzle, Roger sat in the chair she'd vacated. Instead of just unzipping as he often did, he looked down, down - down at her feet? Vicki blinked, looking down at her painted red nails, the soft orange fur on top of her feet, and tilted one at the ankle to show the pink undersides. 

"...Feet, Roger?"

"Well, one of the other guys said that he'd gotten this girl he was dating to give him a footjob or something. Never heard of that kinda thing, so - since I'm going to get some fun with you anyway, I thought, why not ask? If it's not fun, then I just move on; if it is, then I get a free one whenever you come by for a loan."

"...Never thought you'd be one to enjoy being under a girl's feet."

"You never know. Always up for something new."

"Alright. Well. I'm sure you're going to be throbbing for one hole or the other later, but let's see how you like -"

"Hey, they don't stink, do they?"

"Believe it or not, some people would pay extra for that, but luckily for you, I came fresh from home."

Vicki smiled as she lifted one foot. She hadn't expected something like this; she was fine with the usual oral, blowjob, titjobs, and anal that Roger often preferred - the sort of things that respectable women would normally balk at or need convincing to give, she honestly enjoyed - but it was nice to have an alternative. And considering that she was going to be 'paying' for her loan this way for most of the day, anything to save a little energy and a little strain on her holes would be nice. 

She wiggled her toes, watching his eyes go right to her foot. As she expected, there was a little confusion, embarrassment - that was going to happen, he had never done this before - but there was also something...interested. He focused on her foot, watching her sole, his eyes going up and down the length of her narrow foot to the toes. She made sure to curl them gently, showing off how they were a little longer, a little more grippy. His eyes locked there for a moment. 

[i]Okay, you like that.[/i]

She brought her foot to his face, caressing his jawline. The pit bull seemed to like that, too, leaning into the gentle stroking. She curled her toes along the underside, scritching with them as she approached his chin. The tail-wag that followed said he liked that, too. 

And so did the boner between his legs. His pants were tenting, slowly but surely, and she smirked. Oh, he might not have a foot fetish, but he was enjoying what she was doing - a naked woman rubbing her feet on him - enough to get off to it. 

[i]Definitely going to have to tease him more. Might even get some discounts later on.[/i]

She lifted her other foot and pressed it against his groin more fully. He grunted, huffing, his erection sliding between her big and second toe. As she pinched it, she gently slid one toe past his lips. Roger grunted, staring past them at her. 

"Mmmph?"

"Just give them a few licks. Treat them nice. Show me - mmmm, that's it. Riiiiight between the toes...suck on them - that's it. Mmm."

The pit bull went for it, slithering his tongue between her toes and around her big one. She relaxed as he supported her foot at the heel and ankle, wrapping his hands around them as he bobbed from one toe to another. Hot, cool, hot, cool; the temperature alternated as he soaked each toe with his spit, sucking around it, even giving them gentle nibbles between sucks. He was trying it out and going for everything without her having to instruct him about it. 

Suck. 

Lick. 

He tilted her foot back and lapped along the underside. As he dragged his tongue over her sole, she curled her toes around his waistband, popping the button and dragging his underwear down. His cock flopped out and she stepped on it, pinning it between her toes and grinding on it. As soon as she made proper contact, Roger coughed, pulling back and clearing his throat. 

"Mmmph..."

"Heh, something the matter, 'old dog'?"

"Mmph...Didn't expect...didn't expect that to feel as good as it did, heh. You do this often?"

"Sometimes. A couple of tribes had a powerful thing for feet. Though they liked theirs dirty."

"Ugh."

"But you...heh. You seem to have found a new kink."

"Maybe, maybe not. I ain't some foot bitch."

"In public. In private..."

"I'm not admitting to anything. But, uh...you think other ladies would like this?" 

"Some, but I won't say it's universal. But...if they like it, they [i]really[/i] like it." She nodded down to her erect nipples and slippery slit. "Case in point."

"Well. Heh. How about you play with those big boobs of yours while - mmmph!" 

She knew what he was going to ask before he said it. Curling her toes around his pants and dragging them out of the way, she fished his cock out properly. Her toes spread around his shaft, one foot slowly jerking him off and pressing the soft, plush sole against the rest of his shaft, while the other gently tickled his balls with slow toe curls and gentle nudges. Her hands went to her breasts, pushing them together, rolling them around for him to see, and then letting them fall with a smack against her chest. He was oozing pre-cum in no time, biting his lips as he watched her. 

"Damn..."

"Heh, did we find a new favorite thing?"

"Dunno...I'll tell you after I cum the first time."

"First time?"

"Got a brand new - mmph - brand new prescription of Viagra. I knew you were coming."

"Mmm, you spoil a girl, Roger."

"Heh...less talk, more play."

Vicki winked, going back to molesting her breasts. If he wanted to enjoy her playing with her boobs while she enjoyed his cock between her toes, that was fine. They'd get to the hot and heavy stuff later, but she would make damn sure they both came before then. She liked Roger, but this was still business. Hot business, but business. 









[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Vicki Thibodeaux, a kitsune archaeologist, visits a banker for some financial aid for a new venture. Of course, it’s going to cost her, but she’s used to that. 

Tags: M/F, Vixen, Kitsune, Pit Bull, Banker, Prostitution, Teasing, Banter, Foot Play, Footjob, Big Breasts, Nudity, Age Difference, Vicki, Casual Sex,