HMOFA Brothel

"Ma’am?" the chinchilla asked gently, touching her arm and drawing Lena out of her thoughts.  It took a moment for Lena to realize she had been called several times, too lost in her thoughts to notice.

“Yes, sorry!” Lena said getting up from her chair. In her haste to get up she nearly spilled the contents of the folder on her lap.  Luckily she was able to keep the papers together and only look slightly foolish she thought.

The chinchilla smiled “Sorry to surprise you. We just need to go over some details.”  She gestured with her hand toward a hallway off the side of the room.  “Would you follow me to the reception office?”

Lena nodded and followed the petite woman, a flicker of envy creeping in. The woman’s dress hugged her frame perfectly, a sharp contrast to how Lena felt in her own. She moved with effortless grace, gliding in heels as if born to wear them, while Lena teetered with every step. A week of practice at home hadn’t been enough to master the art of walking in heels, and it showed.

The waiting room they were leaving was so luxurious. Dimly lit, the space was dotted with couches and chairs arranged in secluded alcoves. Lena guessed the setup was designed with privacy in mind—it was easy to spot a pair of legs in an alcove and steer clear, giving both yourself and the occupant a sense of space. Though everyone was there for the same purpose, the thin veneer of anonymity made it easier to pretend otherwise.

The reception office mirrored the alcoves, with slightly better lighting and a solid wood door that the chinchilla closed behind them. Lena sat in a chair and placed her folder on the table the furniture was gathered around.  The chinchilla took a seat herself and introduced herself.  “My name is Sam, and I will be discussing the protocols and rules here, as well as doing a final check on all your paperwork. If you have any questions please let me know and I will help to the best of my ability.”

“Was there anything I had forgotten?  I can sign whatever needs to be signed!” Lena said worryingly.  She didn’t want to lose out on this opportunity over something so trivial.

Sam raised a hand to calm Lena down.  “Nothing was forgotten I assure you.  Just protocol you understand. Besides, double checking never hurt anyone.”  She thumbed through the files and removed a few. “We will go over the standard documents before we move to the personal preferences, hmm?”

Lena leaned back and nodded.  “Yes, I apologize.  Please continue.”

“Thank you.” Sam looked through the papers in her hands. “Consent form has been filled out properly. Your medical history has been looked at by our on-site medical staff and you have been approved for relations without the need for protective measures.”

Interrupting her before she started her next sentence, Lena asked “Protective measures?”

Sam smiled. “It is just nice corporate speak that says you are approved to forgo a condom with our companions.  Unless you would like to of course. Some of our clients prefer that.”

Lena could feel herself blushing, but her dark slick fur would prevent that from being seen.  “Oh, o-of course”  Thinking of a lie to save herself from being thought of as a naive little girl she said. “I wasn’t sure if you meant like, claw mitts or mouth guards.”

“Oh not for your species no.  Unless you have a komodo dragon grandmother or something like that that passed down their interesting genes.  Sam furrowed her brow looking through the medical files.  “I don’t think we saw that in your history.”

Lena shook her head. “Just vulpine through and through.”