As Lopunny heard her front open downstairs, she sighed, reminding herself her current living situation could be a lot worse. When she was a Buneary, she grew up on the streets, doing whatever it took to get by day by day. She had to do things she wasn't proud of to survive, and she could lie, cheat and steal with the best Dark-types. When she evolved, however, she suddenly found her life turning around in a way she didn't expect, but should've seen coming.

Lopunnies are walking, talking sex symbols, and female Lopunnies (a rarity that everyone seems surprised about, despite how most of them were male) could expect amazing treatment and lifestyles, if they entered the right line of work. Sex work wasn't something she ever fantasized about, but she gladly got onboard once she figured out it was her quickest path out of the gutter and into the good life.

And she had it pretty good, there was no denying that. She lived in a nice apartment in a safe, clean part of town. She made enough that she could buy anything she'd want or need with no trouble. She'd even built up a strong base of clientele that weren't abusive or creepy. She wasn't servicing the Mayor or prominent CEOs, but the males and females she took on were fairly well-off, tipped generously, and made referrals to other well-to-do and lonely Pokemon.

There was only one little negative in all this luxurious living: Her "boss" and security guard.

"Hey yo, bitch! Where you at?" A deep voice called out from behind her. "There's a dick down 'ere in need of suckin' wit' yo' name on it."

She rolled her eyes, as she turned around to see a male Infernape, leaning cockily against her bedroom doorframe. His seven-inch penis dangled from between his legs, flaccid and awaiting attention. His flame-hair flickered gently above him, illuminating the room as the evening sun dipped down beneath the city skyline. He'd make a rather dashing, handsome male, if he wasn't wearing so much fake gold jewelry, sunglasses and a baseball jersey.

It wasn't that Infernape was a bad 'Mon, by any means. He was Lopunny's oldest friend, having known her since he was a Chimchar. He was a fighter in the Pokemon League, one of the Top 50 in the region in fact. When she started "working", he helped her get her own place, find the right clients, even got her out of some dangerous situations. He'd wait out in the next room, listening in to be sure everything was on the up-and-up, ready to swoop in if a joe was getting a little too rough or refused to pay. He even helped pay for half the rent and for her car (neither of which were cheap, even on her income). So what if he wanted to "buy her time" now and then? It was a small price to pay.

No, what annoyed her was that, ever since BET did a special on him, Infernape's got this idea in his head that he was some kind of pimp. Which was... technically true, if she was objective about their relationship. But to him, this somehow meant that he had to act... Well, "ghetto", for a lack of a better term. Speaking ebonics, buying lots of "bling", getting a lowrider and listening to gangsta rap all the time. She was pretty sure there was something offensive there about that. She hooked up with black dudes before, and they didn't all sound or act like that (at least, her current clientele didn't talk like that).

"I take it your match went well?" She asked, stepping away from the window.

"You know it!" Infernape smirked, looking her up and down. "This Sceptile's been talkin' mad smack online, thought he could step in my 'hood an' disrespec' me! I went an' beat his ass up an' down that field like he was dayum Treeko."

"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," She told him, as she got down on her knees, "It makes you sound like you're compensating. There's nothing you need to feel insecure about, believe me."

"I know that," He assured her, switching back to his normal voice, "But it's kinda fun. There's just something about working a pimp fantasy that makes this all… it makes it extra hot, you know? Makes me feel like I'm doing something dangerous and exciting."

"And having a call-girl working your cock whenever you want isn't enough?" She asked, one hand taking hold of his member, the other cupping his balls. He rolled his eyes, a mix of pleasure and resignation.

Lopunny sighed. "Look, it's okay if you want to play the pimp-ho angle every now and then. But I like how we used to do things before you got famous. If I'm going to be fucking you, I'd rather be fucking my friend than my boss." She continued to massage his sack and stroke his length, coaxing it awake and to its full size and hardness.

"Alright," Infernape relented, his tail swishing behind him, "I'll ease off. But can we at least keep it going this time?"

"If that's what you really want," She said, kissing the tip of his dick, "IF you buy me dinner later."

"Done!" He smiled, and as he returned to his deeper pimp voice, added, "Now open that mouth and get to sucking, boo!"

Lopunny shrugged, turning on her professional mode as she licked his long, thick shaft. He closed his eyes, rolling his head back, letting out an aroused sigh.

For what it was worth, Infernape's cock was pretty damn good. Just the right size and girth, uncircumcised, equally salty and savory with a healthy musk that tickled her nose in all the right ways. She preferred how it felt inside her, pounding against her cervix while his balls slapped against her clitoris or her ass, as she either screamed her pleasure or wrestled his tongue, but she knew that for many males (Infernape included) a talented tongue was worth its weight in gold.

Lopunny proved this as her tongue guided that tasty dick into her open maw, her lips trailing against his hot skin. With the practiced grace of a professional, she bobbed her head back and forth, taking the entirety of his length in her mouth over and over again. Infernape reached down to grab one of her ears, which she allowed. Lots of clients like to hold them, rub them, use them as handlebars, and as long as they were gentle, it felt nice having their fingers rub the sensitive fur and skin.

"Aw, yeah," He murmured, "Work that tongue, girl. Suck that cock for all it's worth. Rub them balls, bitch. Show me why you make a thousand dollars an hour."

Even with a mouth full of monkey dick, she chuckled. Infernape loved the vibrations in her throat, squeezing her ears a little harder, pulling her face into his crotch. A little humor goes a long way.

Still, Lopunny had a few tricks up her sleeve. Slowly and carefully, she slid her free hand up his thigh, caressing his ass, before she found the crack beneath his tail. With the sleight-of-hand she picked up over the years, her fingers felt around for his anus, slipping one in with barely any resistance. At the same time, she gave his balls a little pull and squeeze as she felt his dick press against her throat.

As with all other males she tried it on, so it was with Infernape. His thrusts became quick and erratic, and with a feral growl, he pulled her ears back and thrusted his dick deep into her throat as he came.

"Mmmph, fuck yeah," He growled, grunting with every shot of semen filling her throat, "Take it all, you fucking whore. Drink in all my monkey cum. Be my dirty little slut. Takin' in all that dick and pussy, but always comin' back to the best cock you're ever going to taste. Savor my baby batter."

Lopunny did as she was told. In truth, she'd taken clients who made much bigger loads, but hated having to clean it out of her body fur. And as she swallowed every last drop, she mused that his cum wasn't that bad either - salty, a little sweet like bananas, hardly bitter at all. She cleaned his cock afterwards, licking off any remaining semen as it softened. Infernape continued to rub her ears, smiling as he rubbed his thumbs into the flesh.

"Feeling better?" She asked, standing back up when she was done.

"Much better," He sighed, caressing her cheek, "Thanks, Lopunny." He took her paw, helping her up to her feet, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. She smiled, enjoying the rare romantic attention.

"Oh, hey, I was wondering," Infernape asked, talking normally again, "You're not working tonight, are you? I was hoping I could take you down to Oak's Club. I got a special upstairs booth, and I'd hate to just have it all to myself."

"You know most boys take me to dinner before I blow them." She joked, licking her lips.

"I'm not like most boys." He teased. A few minutes later, the two were cleaned up, dressed, and were off to enjoy a nice, fun evening between friends (with benefits)...