(AN: Hello Fellow readers. SirRedFox here posting a new installment of "The Long Hustle Vol. 2." First off, if you're reading this, YOU'RE AWESOME! And, thank you.
Secondly, I've said before, my writing is not that good. But I'm trying to write as fast as I can with as much improvement I can make as I go along. This chapter was frustratingly hard to write, and risky. Writing this chapter could ruin me or gain me a lot more readers. With that said...
WARNING
This chapter contains scenes involving sexual situations and violence. This includes: escorts, nudity, and non-consent situations. This chapter is only for strong and mature readers.
Quick Recap: In the last chapter Shere Khan brought Nick, Vicky, and Bagheera to an underground fighting arena where Shere Khan decided to compete. At the Arena, they meet up with Sabor and include him into their party. We see Shere Khan beat and kill four mammals in the ring. He delivers a speech influencing the crowd giving Shere Khan an army at his disposal.
So enjoy this new chapter of "The Long Hustle: Vol. 2, The Empire & The Emperor." And please, fill free to leave a review or comment. Thank you.)
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Dark Passages:
Nick drives the limo car with what looks like a full party in the back. An excited Vicky and Sabor were rubbing, touching, and kissing each other all over. The two of them looking close to having sex right in the back of the limo car.
A drunken Bagheera rolls down the window and hangs his head, in case the need to puke starts to happen. He gives an intoxicating smile as the rush of cool wind rushes through his fur. The cold helps ease his mind and stomach.
Then there is an overly satisfied Shere Khan. From head to toe, drenched in blood and sweat. He smiles as the cool air blasts his face, watching the city lights outside fly by.
The tiger sits in the back half-naked. Not bothering to put on his suit. No point in having the suit have stains of blood on it. Instead his suit lays nicely folded by his side.
White bandages conceals his cuts and wounds he received during his fight in the Arena. After Shere Khan's fight, the Arena Doctor did his part in stitching him up.
They were all there to see the Doctor pull out splinters of wood, and in one case a strap of barbwire, from Khan's back from where the zebra and hit him with the baseball bat. After pulling every splinter out, he stitched him up and gave him a handful dose of painkillers to take, which he took all at once.
Nick could see the painkillers taking effect when he glances at Shere Khan through the rear view mirror, having a smile on his face. His white bandages finally stop during red from blood. Come morning Shere Khan will feel all the pain at once. For now his adrenaline being so high, with the mixture of painkillers, It's like he's on top of the world.
"Where to, Mr. Khan?" asks Nick. Other than the sounds of Sabor and Vicky making out, silence fills the air. "To the penthouse?"
"No," says Shere Khan. "I'm much too happy to have the night end so soon. No, I know a location that will satisfy all of our needs."
Nick simply doing as told and drives the limo car. Shere Khan guides him with directions. They arrive at a dreary and abandon hotel building, named Passage Hotel. By now Nick had learned not to judge something by its appearance. Just like the Arena the place has a certain appeal to it, and that would not be seen until they step inside.
Nick parks the limo car in the hotel parking garage. Before Shere Khan steps out, folds open a secret compartment in the car and pulls out a stack of bills with money band wrapper around the bills showing the number $12,000. Now stepping out of the limo car and making his way to the front door. Staggering a bit as the effects of the painkillers start working. Vicky and Sabor step out like a happy couple. Sabor wrapping his arm tightly around Vicky. Nick has to help Bagheera out of the car and walk him in a straight line.
Shere Khan knocks on the door which opens a crack. A peeping eye stares out of the crack.
"It's you sir," says the peeping eye.
The door closes, hearing the shuffling of locks, and the door opens up with a polar bear in a black leather jacket standing in the door way. Nick takes note of the nine millimeter Beretta sticking out the front of his pants. He must be security for this place.
It was dimly lit, just like the Arena. They were lead to the lobby of the hotel where everything shines a rose-red color. The drapes being red, the couches and ottomans that scatter around the lobby being red, and even being a black panther in a red suit shaking up cocktails for patrons sitting at the bar.
Nick has a bad feeling in his stomach as he leads Bagheera to an empty spot on one of the couches, letting him sit down.
Although the theme being red, the eye-catching thing once walking into the hotel lobby being all the various sorts of mammals, male and female, in white lingerie. The dim lighting makes their lingerie have a certain white glow. Aside from being half-naked, they all wear collars with white tags and bar codes showing a price on them. Some of them, the females particularly, wear angel wings or masquerade mask to drive up their sex appeal. They were all escorts posing to be bought tonight.
This must be the main sex trafficking spot in Zootopia. All of them being so young. Eighteen, nineteen, no older than twenty-five years of age. The hotel must be their base of operation. Easier to control their property if they are all in one spot, instead of spread out among the streets of Zootopia.
Property.
That is what they like to refere to these young kits selling themselves, as property. Here, at this hotel, they store every mammal that they sex traffic into Zootopia. Having a place to house them and keep them locked up with an eye on them to make sure they didn't do anything rash or foolish, like try to escape.
Most hotel windows don't open and if they did, what were they going to do? Drop two stories and break a leg? Or drop from even higher and end up killing themselves. Perhaps that being the better choice then to sell one's self every night. They might try to make a rope out of bed sheets but, Nick would bet that they have cameras in every room housing an escort, and they would be stopped before they can knot the second pair of sheets together. Must be cameras all over this building. He already spots the multiple cameras set up in the lobby, along with extra bodyguards.
Nick watches the escorts parade around in their undergarments. Their stories are almost all the same. Best to take them while they are young and fill them with false promises of a better life. Being promised to make big profits by turning a trick or two, and they do make a good profit from what they do, but they only get a quarter of the profits back. The rest of what they make goes to the dealers, drivers, protection, and those that provide the escorts.
The ones that are taken against their will are sometimes tied to a bed and given certain drugs to make them more compliant. He remembers one time the ZPD bust a sex trafficking ring and finding two female mammals, a bunny and a ferret, that had overdosed while tied to beds. That being just a small sex trafficking ring, nothing near how grand everything is in this hotel.
The mammals that are purchasing are both male and female mammals wearing fashionable dressed. They all wear three-piece suits or flowing gowns. Most of them are a lot older than the mammals that they are seeking to purchase for the night. Some take notice of Shere Khan's appearance, being only in his lingerie as well, but covered in white bandages.
He marches up to the front desk in the lobby. Standing behind the lobby desk is a red panda dressed in business attire with a gold color badge pinned to her suit saying, MANAGER.
"Good evening Mr. Khan," the red panda says with a devilish smile on her face. "We are glad to have you back, along with old and new faces" the red panda darts her eyes directly at Nick. "I'm sure you know how our system works."
"Uh, system?" ask Nick.
"Yes, our system. All of our escorts are priced differently. You can find their prices on the white tag attached to their collars. Once you find an escort, or escorts, to your liking you will then have to purchase a room. All are rooms are set at the same price, of six hundred dollars." The red panda showcases a wall of room keys with white tags behind her. They are the old style room keys, not the electric card keys you find in any modern hotel.
"Six hundred dollars," Nick says a bit shock in his voice at such a price for a room. "A room at the Ritz cost three hundred at the most. Why such a steep cost?"
"I assure you that the rooms we provide are nothing like the Ritz. We make sure that your room has everything you need to make your night fun, satisfying, and memorable." Her smile never wavers. "And for a few dollars more, you can take a fine bottle of scotch to the room with you. So, please. Enjoy yourselves. Our escorts are ready to delight you at any time. Or order a drink from our bar and mingle with other patrons."
"We most definitely will," says Shere Khan. "And you can put it all on my tab. Whatever mammal, room, or bottle of scotch my friends need is all on me."
"As a reminder, we only accept cash, for specific reasons."
Nick can guess a few of those specific reasons. The big one being the IRS. Using only cash makes it harder on the legal system. Couldn't quite swipe a card to perform an illegal activity and not fire up a bunch of red flags.
Shere Khan places the stack of money he brought from the car in front of the red panda.
"Here. Take it out of this. That should be enough to cover our cost."
The red panda smiles and takes the cash.
Shere Khan takes his time and grazes at all the sex workers. He did not want to waste time with drinks or mingling with the other wealthy patrons. No, he's on the prowl. He grabs the wrist of one female mountain lion and has her follow him. Next he stops in front of a young antelope wearing a pair of angel wings. Suppose, who hasn't fantasized about making love to an angel.
The antelope looking a bit dazed as she rocks back and forth on the ottoman she sits on. Most likely on some kind of drug, probably Blue Sky. Shere Khan holds out his hand for her to take. Slowly taking his hand, he pulls her up on her feet, and with a small tug telling her to follow. There being some resistance in the antelope, but a firm squeeze and a low growl from Shere Khan, she obeys and follows.
They approach the red panda who scans the bar codes on the escorts collars. She retrieves a key from behind her and scans the bar code on the white tag. Wrapping a arm around each female escort, Shere Khan takes the key and makes his way to his room. Leaving Nick to stand, uncomfortable, in the lobby.
Vicky, however, acting like a kit in a candy shop. So many sweet things to choose from. She couldn't help but touch all the merchandise that are mammals in their underwear. A beautiful spotted female jaguar gets her attention. The jaguar being fairly young, probably no more than twenty-one years of age.
First stopping just to admire the jaguar. She wraps her finger around the D ring attached to the front of the jaguar's collar, like a leash, making her rise from the couch and follow. She passes Nick and grabs hold of his tie. He makes protest but Vicky being relentless, she pulls hard on Nick's tie making him topple forward. Vicky embraces him in a passionate kiss. Letting go of his lips she turns and gives the same passionate kiss to the jaguar who did what she has been taught to do and simply return the favor.
Breaking away from their kiss, Vicky looks at Nick. She tugs on his tie again, wanting him to follow her and her jaguar companion. Nick tries pulling back but the vixen has a tight grip on his tie.
When he finally breaks away, Vicky gives a powty face at him. She still holds on to the jaguar's collar and leads her to the front desk. The red panda went to work, scanning the jaguar's collar and then a room key. With key in her hands she leads the jaguar towards their room. Passing Sabor, Vicky garbs hold of the leopard's tie and pulls on it. Sabor knows all too well what she wants and follows her.
"I was starting to think you were going to leave me out of all the fun, sweetheart," says Sabor.
Nick stands there in the middle of the lobby.
"You're not going to partake in the fun," said the red panda, calling out to him.
Nick, a little reluctant to talk to the red panda. Though looking around, wasn't much else to do. Seeing all the sex workers roaming around the lobby did not interest him, but makes him sad that all these mammals, some so young, forced into the line of work where they have to sell their bodies.
"Not my cup of tea," says Nick.
"Then tell me, what is your cup of tea?"
"Well, not this."
Nick sees one of the patrons light up a cigarette. That is what he wants, a cigarette. Something to calm his nerves down. He pulls out his lighter and fumbles through his pockets to find his pack of Sherwood cigarettes. Finally finding the packet, only to discover that the pack is completely empty.
"Need one of these?" The red panda holds up a hand rolled cigarette. Nick walks over and reaches out to take the cigarette. The red panda pulls her hand back out of his reach.
"Only if you plan to share" she says, taking the cigarette and putting it between her lips. She leans forward, pushing her breast out. Nick lights the cigarette for her, with his lighter. She takes a drag of the cigarette and blows out a stream of smoke. A smile crossing her lips and a small chuckle. Lifting the cigarette up for Nick to take, which he does and takes a drag. As smoke fills his lungs, he starts to cough and choke.
"Your a new face to Mr. Khan's entourage. What might be your name?"
"Nick. Nick Wilde."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wilde."
She takes the cigarette out of Nick's hands, inhales a puff, and slowly blows it into his face. Nick coughs and waves the smoke away. He glances up at the manager tag above her left breast.
"Tell me. Why do you do this?" he says, taking back the cigarette.
"Because it pays well." She holds up the stack of money Shere Khan handed over to her.
"Also, being manager of a place like this has its perks. For one, look at them all. Walking around, pathetically. Hoping if they do a good job and make enough that they'll somehow make it out of here. I make two times what they make, and it is all to make sure that things stay in line around here."
"And how do you keep things in line?"
"The security cameras we have in every room helps. There's also the armed guards, and if I need to get my hands dirty I have this."
She pulls out a hand taser and holds it up to Nick's face. She presses the button on the taser making the electric current connect at the two prongs. Zapping and snapping as the electric blue current connects.
"Because, when you really get down to it, there are two types of mammals. Those that are fucked, and those that do the fucking. I make sure to be one of the latter mammals."
"Still" Nick says, "don't you feel a little bad?"
"If I did, I wouldn't be manager." She puts the taser in the front pocket of her suit jacket. Taking the cigarette back and takes another drag. The lit end burns bright like glowing amber. "I think I know what type of tea you like."
"What's that?"
"What you said earlier. That this scene here isn't your cup of tea. Well, I think I know your cup of tea. All it will cost you is the price of a room, then you'll see why our rooms cost $600. So, what do you say?"
He didn't know what type of game the red panda is playing at, but she has Nick's attention. Handing the cigarette back to him, he takes it and puffs a long drag. He nods his head yes to her.
She grabs a black key out of a drawer. The key appears to be exactly like the room keys only black. She has one of the guards take her spot at the front disk. The red panda leads Nick to a black door around the side. Opening the door with the key, she grabs him by the hand and pulls him through the doorway. They enter some red hallway with thick red drapes covering some passage ways. His feet feeling heavy and the hallway slowly twisting. Nick shakes his head and tries to keep up with the red panda.
"Choose," She says, referring to one of the many heavily drapped doorways.
Nick being a little bit off looks at all the passages. He hands back the almost gone hand rolled cigarette and enters the one closes to himself in a dark room. There are comfy chairs, ones that can be found in a movie theater or opera house. Nick can tell that there are a few mammals in the room. All the mammals in the room facing a large rectangular window. He looked up at what they were looking at.
Looking through the window, he sees Vicky and Sabor together. Both mammals, other than Sabor wearing his stupid tightly fit sunglasses, are naked. The jaguar that Vicky had brought with them into the hotel room is also naked and stands between the vixen fox and leopard. Not only that, but her hands were bound together with leather cuffs and attached to a hook in the ceiling, making her stand on her tiptoes and push her breast out. One of them tied a blindfold on her, so she couldn't see what Vicky and Sabor were doing.
Nick wonders if they know they are being watched. A two-way mirror, that is the only explanation, just like the ones they use at Precinct One.
Sabor wraps his arm around Vicky and brings her in close. He runs his rough feline tongue across the branded insignia above her right breast. Making sure to also flick her tit with his tongue, making her shiver in excitement. Next, he runs his raspy tongue across the jagged scar across Vicky's throat. Vicky turns her attention to the jaguar. Pulling the jaguar's hair back making her yelp in pain, while she starts to slowly, and sensually, kiss the jaguar's ears, cheeks, then mouth. With her free hand, she guides it toward the jaguar's left breast and starts massaging, pinching, and pulling at her tit. Sabor follows foot, guiding his hand to the right breast and slowly groping the poor jaguar. The jaguar moans in ecstasy, unable to control herself. She tries to back away from their advances, but her bound hands attached to the hook in the ceiling would only lets her go so far.
Vicky turns towards the two-way mirror and smiles. It is almost as if she knew that Nick is there, watching.
Nick turns and leaves. Being greeted by the red panda once stepping out. Having a freshly hand rolled cigarette in her mouth.
"What's wrong?" She asks. "I thought you were the type that likes to watch?"
"What?" says Nick. "No. Why would you think that? How do I get out of here?"
His mind becoming foggy. He pats the curtains, looking for the entrance that they came in at. Picking one curtain and going through. Just like the other room. A few mammals sitting in the dark watching some performance take place. Looking through the two-way mirror. This time, it was Shere Khan with the two sex workers that he purchased for the night.
Shere Khan stands naked and fully erect in front of the young antelope, She still wears her bra, panties, and angel wings. The mountain lion already fully naked, having her body press up behind Shere Khan, massaging his shoulders and chest while kissing his bandages, as if kissing them would make them so much better.
Shere Khan reaches up and grabs the antelope's bra, and with one powerful tug, rips the bra off the antelope. It, being clear to see, that she feels uneasy about what was happening. She tries to cover her breast, but Shere Khan pulls her arms away and to the side.
He traces one of his metal claws up the side of her leg and between her thighs. The antelope shudders, her body can't help but feel some sexual excitement. With a quick slash from his claw, he rips her panties off and pushes her onto the king-size bed, laying on her back.
The predator has his prey right where he wants her, submitting to him. Nick can tell the antelope was not enjoying any of this. Tears making her mascara run. Shere Khan flips the antelope onto her stomach and mounts her as she gives a small scream of fear and pain.
Nick did not want to see anymore. He turns and leaves, only to again be met by the red panda. She smiles at him as she smokes her rolled up cigarette.
"I want out," he says.
"Then take my hand sweetheart," the red panda says.
Taking lead down the hallway, Nick follows behind. His feet feeling heavy and the hallway slowly spiraling. Nick shakes his head and tries to keep up with the red panda. She offers her cigarette to him which he gladly takes, something to calm his nerves. They go through a curtain and through an open door, which leads into a dark room. The red panda guids him to lean on what is like a bedpost.
Everything being dark once the red panda shuts the door behind them. Then with the flick of a light switch, the room lights up in a red glow. Now being able to see, Nick looks around the room. The floor having carpet and on the far side of the room a large mirror reflecting the entire room. It has to be the two way mirror that every room has. She has brought him to one of the rooms that he saw Vicky, Sabor, and Shere Khan in. Only in this room stands a wooden cross in the shape of a large X. It's to bondage some poor mammal to the cross so that they can be flogged, whipped, or tortured.
The room being large enough to hold a king-size bed to one side of the room. But it's what is on the wall opposite of the king-size bed that really gets Nick's attention. Hanging on the wall opposite the king-size bed is every type of kink device one can think of.
There are hoods made from leather, latex, and rubber, made in various sizes to fit every mammal. The various types of gags and muzzles to use as well as blindfolds. There are leather whips, crops, and paddles hanging on the wall. The different type of collars, leashes, and cuffs to play with.
"Now you see why our rooms cost so much," she says. "We make sure that our client guest have the most memorable night when taking one of our escorts. The limits are your own imagination."
The red panda retrieves a leather bullwhip from the wall. She runs the leather through her fingers, listening to the crinkle of the leather. Walking over to Nick, she wraps the whip around his neck and pulls him in close. Nick notices the heat between her legs.
"I love the feel of the leather against my fur. This is one of my favorite pieces. If done properly, it can braze the fur and skin without breaking it. That way it can deliver all the pain without leaving a mark."
The red panda wraps her leg around Nick, bringing him closer to her. She glances up at him with a smile and moves her hand to unbutton her suit jacket, exposing her breast. Then she slides her hand down to undo his belt.
"Is this the cup of tea that you enjoy?" she whispers into his ear. "You want the type of girl that takes initiative and actually gives herself to you, not something you have to pay for. Tell me, what end of the whip do you like to be on?"
A dizzy feeling comes over him. The room acts as if they are on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Nick closes his eyes. His stomach suddenly in knots. Feeling her hot breath on his neck and ear, making him shudder in excitement and his blood running hot through his veins. She has the heavy smell of rose perfume on her. It tingles, making his nostrils flare up. He feels her hand slip into his pants.
Shooting his eyes open and grabbing the red panda, he pushes her back onto the bed, she lands flat on her back. The room would still not stop rocking back and forth. But, why? All he had to drink was the one drink of Rolling Hedgehog Black Label and nothing else. That and a cigarette. He looks down at the hand rolled cigarette still in his hand. Holds it up to take a better look at it. The red panda, now sprawled on the bed starts having a giggle fit.
"What," he tries to mouth out his words. "What is in this?"
"That," the red panda says, "is my very own concoction . Grade A tobacco, laced with Blue Sky," she laughs. "It effects every mammal differently. For me, it makes me feel like I'm going into, H-E-A-T," she says spelling out the words.
Nick takes in heavy breaths. He had never tried Blue Sky up till now. How could he be so stupid. The bitch. She was playing with him from the very start.
Dropping the cigarette and stomping it out under his foot, leaving a black burn stain in the carpet. Shaking his head, wanting to try to get his senses back and be able to think straight. Needs to get out. The door. It was only a few steps away, he can make it.
Grabbing the door knob, he is suddenly grabbed from behind. Turning around, the red panda is clutching and grabbing at him.
"Don't leave yet," she says. "We haven't had our fun."
She loosens his tie and starts to unbutton his shirt. Nick tries to push her away, but she was relentless. Clenching her body to Nick. He feels something hard in her jacket pocket. The taser.
Picking her pocket he pulls out the taser, switches it to it's lowest setting and presses the button. The prongs light up from the electrical blue current. He presses the prongs to the side of her belly. The red panda yelps in pain and falls to the floor. First there were the moans of pain from the shock, but soon turned into laughter. She looks up at Nick.
"Thay was quite a shock," she says. "I've never tried elector play before. I guess you could say it's a shocking experience," she laughs.
Nick drops the taser and turns back to the door. His cloudy view makes it look like the door was melting. Shaking his head hard to think straight. Finally grabbing the door knob, he opens the door and makes his way into the main hallway.
Out in the hallway he slams his body up against the wall, the lobby is straight ahead of him. Shaking his head trying to make the hallway stop melting. The lobby. If he can only make it to the lobby. Putting one step in front of the other, making his way to the lobby. He thinks about sticking his fingers down his throat and making himself puke, but that wouldn't help. The Blue Sky that he inhaled was already inside him, messing with his brain.
Making it to the lobby, Nick seeks out Bagheera. He sits at the bar ordering himself a drink, wanting to keep his buzz going. He sits next to Bagheera who is drunk off of too many glasses of whiskey. His face and arms are sprawled out on the bar. Loving the feel of the cool glass bar table against his fur.
"Hey Bagheera" Nick says. "How about you and me get out of here? You're not going to partake in this type of fun, are you?"
"No," says Bagheera in a drunken haze. "I have someone at home, waiting for me. I want to be with him." A tall lean male cougar in tight boxer shorts passes by him. "Though, I wouldn't mind adding an extra to our bed, for some fun."
The male cougar passes by again. This time Bagheera reaches out grabbing the cougar's hand.
"You, sit by me."
The cougar did as he was told. Sitting next to the drunken panther and striking a sexy pose for him. Looking at the cougar, he could not have been more than nineteen.
"How would you like to have some fun with me, at my place?"
"I'm not allowed to leave this building," the cougar says.
"You listen her you little queer. I can buy you ten times over if I wanted. So, if there's anything you should fear, it's me," says Bagheera in a harsh tone.
A female rabbit in a sexy nightgown walks over and sits herself right next to Nick. She has the heavy glitter on her body, to make her shine. Seeing her just reminds Nick of Judy and how long they've been apart. Sliding her hands around his head and across his chest. Nick must admit that he's getting hot and flustered by the rabbit's touch.
"Don't you want to join in on the fun, sweetheart?" The glittery rabbit whispers into his ear in such a sexy tone of voice. He already had to deal with a crazed red panda, he didn't think he can go any further tonight.
"Oh I've experienced enough fun for the night thank you."
"We're all professionals here. How about I take you to a room, and show you everything I can do to please you. Just you and me. I can give you a great back massage till we fall asleep in each others arms."
The rabbit gives a passionate kiss on the cheek. She works her way down, kissing his neck then his shoulder. Nick's face flustering red. Softly putting a hand on each cheek, she turns Nick's head to face her and delivers a passionate kiss to his lips making his ears perk up and his tail swish.
It is the quick thought of Judy that makes him break away from such a passionate kiss.
"You know what," Nick frantically stands up. "It's late and my friend here is drunk. I should really get him back home. Come on Bagheera, lets get you home to that special someone, remember."
"Not till I'm done purchasing this little fag"
"Oh I think you're done for the night buddy."
He grabs Bagheera by the arm and pulls him up from the couch. Putting one arm around the drunken panther, he starts hulling him to the door and out of the Passage Hotel.
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(AN: Thank you for reading, and Thank you for reading this. Again, YOU'RE AWESOME! And I want to thank you for taking time out of your busy day to read this fanfic. There's a million and one things you could be doing and you decide to take the time to read this. So, I hope you enjoyed this new chapter.
This was a scary chapter to write. Because the material this chapter deals with is a lot of dark situations. Also wanted to try and make this chapter sexy and erotic, which was a big risk to take. It could turn readers away, which I hope it didn't. But I wanted to take the risk. So hope you all enjoyed or at least felt something while reading this chapter.
In the next installment: After the fight, Nick's love for Judy is strongly tested.
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