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Trystan looked over, shaking his head with a smile on his face. When his name was called, he instinctively snapped his head to the sound. "Jenny?" He looked her over, quickly looking down. When he looked up to meet her eyes, he was held there for a second until she asked her question. He looked up, chuckling nervously. "Well.... I'm kinda the lead cameraman for this film. I guess the star thinks I'm cute, so she brought me down here." He shrugged, scratching his ears.

"What are you doing here? I mean.... wait...." He tilted his head, looking over her outfit, seeing her curves. "You aren't a pornstar are you?" He sighed, smiling, placing his glass on a nearby table. "Things have changed since college." He shrugged, looking around nervously. It was obvious that this rather unexpected event left the fox a tad jumpy. But, that's how things went at parties.
 
Jenny laughed at Trystan's question almost to the point of tears.

"No, oh god, NO!" she smiled, her literally enchanting smile "I'm the DJ! Its my last big gig before I move to Seattle for my permanent night club position. Life's good man. So enough about me, who are you working with? Any big director I'd know?"

Jenny was, in all but the literal term, a fox. She was a daring, funny, hardcore, punk-rocker DJ with a bad attitude that matched her even badder curves. But she had such the sweetest, most alluring face that Trystan had ever seen. She was the epitome of gorgeous and he kicked himself for ever hesitating on trying to get with her, as all men did. But she was a lone wolf. She didn't like to date. Never truly revealed why but word through the grape vine was that one boy broke her heart more than anyone could possible understand and she gave up all that for a life of constant drinking, sex, raving and partying. Not an unfair trade, especially when you look like her.
 
Trystan grinned, relaxing a fraction when he heard she was a DJ. Every now and then, a break from sultry vixens like Amber's lot was needed. He nodded, raising an eyebrow when she mentioned a permanent job at a nightclub. He glanced into her ruby red eyes, her lovely smile, barely hearing the question. "Ah... Not sure if he's big. Johnny Barlone. Huge jackass of a pitbull." He chuckled lightly, pulling at his collar. "But then, I get to work with Amber Foxxx, and if you've watched porn, you've seen Foxxx."

Realizing what he said, he blushed and looked down. Eh... what're you gonna do. His eyes wandered against his control, mentally berrating himself. "Hey, what do you drink? Might as well do something, since the Fox chewed me out, then ditched me." He mumbled the last sentence, a joke hopefully only he could hear. Absent-mindedly, he rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck, releasing what seemed like a couple hundred pounds of tension.
 
"Amber Foxxx?" she said with a grin "You're working with the Amber Foxxx??? And she brought you here? You're easily the luckiest mother fucker on the planet. So are you going to get at that?"

Jenny laughed and punched his arm out of a gesture of friendliness and jealousy. Jenny was bi-sexual and a huge fan of Amber's girl on girl videos. She would not bawk at a chance to fuck Amber Foxxx, and if Trystan was going to get there first, then a 3-way might be a personal objective for the night. She shook her head, her wild mane boucing as she did, trying to shake her perverse sexual fantasies from her head.

"Yes." she joked at his question "No seriously, I drink everything. I don't do tequila though. That's not my bag, but if you're offering I'd gladly like to join you, the turn table is on a trance playlist so I got a few minutes."
 
Trystan chuckled, heading over to the bar. "Yes, I'm inviting you to drink with me." He tilted his head thoughtfully. "And, until today's shoot, I'd been able to keep those particular thoughts under wraps. Can't exactly do my job if I have a hard-on." He raised his right eyebrow, bringing on the face that earned his 'class clown' status at college. "Hm... Bottle of Scotch, 2 bottles of Brandy." He dug out his wallet, taking out enough cash to pay for the drinks. The bartender nodded, sliding the bottles across the table. The fox caught all three with a swift movement, grabbed two glasses, and a drink mixer. Without pause, he poured a little bit of both bottles of brandy and some Scotch into the mixer. When he poured the mixture into the shot glasses, he got a lighter from the bartender. "Sadly, this is the only good drink I know how to make." He held the lighter close to the tops, watching as the flame burn just over the liquid. "Well..... down the hatch eh?" He chuckled, drnking it with the flame still going. He managed not to burn himself, chuckling as he put the glass down. The flame hovered in the middle of the glass for a second. Trystan coughed a little, patting his chest. It'd been a while since his last drink. "Ack..... Oh man.... Whew, forgot just how much punch the thing actually packed."
 
"Alright, nigga, let me show you how its done." Jenny stepped forward, lit the shot and downed it in one gulp like it was water. However the flame was gone. After about to seconds she benched,like a trucker at that, and the flame spouted from her mouth like a dragon. She screamed through her hands up in the air and everyone within the area cheered for you. She bowed and thanked them. Then turned back to Trystan with a big white smile.

"So where's your fox friend?" she said giving him a flirty wink.
 
Trystan raised his eyebrow as the unicorn belched flames out of her mouth. "Oh, you want a challenge do ya? Top this." He made two more drinks, lit them on fire, drank his flame and all. With a devilish grin, he opened his mouth, the flame still going. His canine tongue swiped the pads on his paw, setting them ablaze, he grabbed the second drink, repeated, except he didn't swallow. Instead, he spewed a supremely fine fist towards the unicorn the same way one would blow a kiss. The fire ball fizzed out inches from her face. With a flourish, he closed his paw, extinguishing the flame. The roar from the crowd was deafening. He chuckled, cocking his eyebrow at Jenny.

"She went somewhere with Andrew Peterstrong. If he wasn't gay, I'd be a tad jealous." He shrugged. "Shall we continue our little game love, or would you like to do something else?"
 
Jenny caught the flame with her hand and watched as Trystan performed for the crowed. Jenny put a hand on her hip and stood with her mouth open. She hadn't seen someone do that trick before, but she had one more trick up her sleeve. She poured the rest, of the mixture into a shot glass, lit it aflame and downed it as she did the rest, but she didn't swallow. She immediately grabbed Trystan, pressed her lips against his and poured the liquid into his mouth guiding the flame with her tongue to asure it doesn't burn him.

"Sorry sweetheart but I got a turntable to run." she said turning around and brushing her tail between his legs and cupping his chin with her delicate, long nailed hand. "I'll see you on my next break though."

She walked away hips swaying and an audience in awe, only glancing back once at Trystan to wink at him and bite her lip.
 
Trystan went wide-eyed as he was pulled into the kiss, stunned as he felt the warmth of that alcoholic flame flood his mouth. He was able to keep the fire alive, giving her a jack-o-lantern-esque smile before turning to the crowd and forcing the fire out his nose. He too had one more fire-trick in his arsenal. Figured he'd entertain himself and whoever wanted to watch for a little bit. The drinks had calmed him enough to be able to perform infront of the crowd. With a flirtatious smile, he grabbed another shot glass, filled the three he had, and set them up as before. Then, he found the beats Jenny was pushing out, grabbed a glass, and threw it's contents into the air. As quick as he could, he downed the second and third glasses, blew out a fine, fiery mist. He slashed his paws through the cloud, setting them on fire. He cupped them, catching the stream of flames before they hit the floor. This next part was crucial. If he messed up, it would be bad for him. The fox tossed the handful of liquid up into the air once more, grabbed two shot glasses, and started juggling the fire.

After a few minutes, he blew what remained of the mix in his mouth up into the air in a stream, watching as the fire hit the Brandy-Scotch, burning it out of existence in a second. With a bow, and cheering from the audience, he sat back down, leaning on the counter. Well, he had time to kill. Might as well test his tolerance. He started on the Brandy first.
 
"So I see you're making new friends." said Amber from behind Trystan. He would have looked quick but he was frozen in place as she reached around him and jokingly groped his junk. "Hehe, you're such the little flirt."

As he was distracted she sat next to him, stole his bottle of Brandy and drank straight from the bottle as if it was hers.

"I'm sure you won't mind my cooties." she giggled, crossing her legs and leaning on the bar in a very lady-like manor. Her dress barely covered her unmentionables, and if one looked closely enough he would notice she was panty-less. She looked at Trystan with a look of perversion, more so than she normally did.

"So who's the babe?" she said wrapping her lips around the bottle like Trystan had so familiarly known her to wrap her lips around another Pornstar's cock.
 
Trystan jumped when he heard that voice behind him, letting out a small yelp. "Agh! Why must everyone tease the cameraman? Isn't it enough I have to watch you!" He sighed in mock resignation, giving her a playful smile as he took the bottle of Scotch. "The lady I was talking to was an old college friend. Just showing her some fire tricks." He chuckled, swishing the bottle around.

"Seems Jenny, the DJ, is a fan of your work Ms. Foxxx. I'd be..... well, I'll just keep that tid bit of thought to myself." He definately seemed looser. The alcohol was doing it's job. He chuckled again, looking at the bottom of the bottle. "So, how went your talk with Peterstrong?" He took another drink from the Scotch. More warmth flooded through him. Damn, his tolerance was low. If this was going to be a regular deal, he'd have to work on that. The fox blinked, trying to gather his thoughts. His eyes wandered to Amber, and what she was doing to the bottle. "God...... why do you torture me so?" He put his chin on his paw, shaking his head slowly. "What have I done, to be trapped in a land of seductresses, and not be able to touch any one of them?" He swayed, took another swig. "I apologize Ms.Foxxx. My... resistance to this stuff seems to have waned. I'm in rare form tonight."
 
Amber laughed at his comment about the DJ. She was flattered to have a beautiful female fan. She didn't get many attractive males but if there was one thing she counted on it was the sexy bi's and lesbians that wanted her nuts. She took a bit of pleasure in her Gay Community fan base. She felt like she was an inspiration of some kind, even if it was simply inspiration to procreate.

Amber put the bottle down and her tongue barely flicked from the tip of the bottle and the kit sprung on her without prompting before she could even answer his question about Andrew.

"God...... why do you torture me so?" He put his chin on his paw, shaking his head slowly. "What have I done, to be trapped in a land of seductresses, and not be able to touch any one of them?" He swayed, took another swig. "I apologize Ms.Foxxx. My... resistance to this stuff seems to have waned. I'm in rare form tonight."

She looked down at the ground and put the bottle down, simply standing up and walking away. Not in her traditional graceful way but in almost a slump.

"I'll...I...I gotta go do....I just have to go." she said storming away upstairs and slamming the balcony door.
 
Trystan sighed, slumping, looking at his bottle. "Well.... looks like it's me and you for now." He sighed, looking up. "You, my friend, have an awful sense of humor." With a shrug, he grabbed both bottles, focusing on them intently, then pouring the remaining contents into a mug. He'd need more.

As he drank, he wondered what he'd said. And, believe it or not folks, being drunk, if only slightly, does not help the thought process one bit, no it doesn't. He humphed, resting his chin on his hands. His eyes focused on his drink. 'So much for not being an alcoholic you furry bastard.'

Should he go up there? Attempt to console her in whatever was wrong? But no, he was drunk, if only slightly, and drunks were never good at consoling. What ever he had done wrong, he did not want to make it worse. After all, she brought him here. He had the honour of coming with her. That, and Barlone would have his ass if he pissed off, or emotionally ruined his star in a drunken stupor.
 
Trystan had barely stood up for a breif second and suddenly he was glomped by the busty, if not curvy Jenny.

"Hey sexy, you keep looking upstairs as if you wanna take a tour." she smiled grabbing his crotch and blushing, she obviously had more to drink than what she had with Trystan. "Wanna have an 'advanced look at the bed quarters?'"

She didn't give him time to respond and only locked lips with him, her tongue playing with his and moaning as she did. Her face was almost as flushed as his was. She backed away after what felt like a century long kiss and looked in his eyes.

"You have NO idea how long I wanted to do that." she said with an adorable slur "I had such a crush on you in college...fuck it I still do."

She pulled him in and kissed him wrapping her left leg around him and placing his hand on breast. People were begining to watch as the two furiously made out at the bar, Jenny obviously out of drunken courage and Trystan possibly out of shock if not against his will.
 
He sighed, standing to go see what was the matter when a drunken unicorn came upon him. Once again, he issued a small yelp at having his crotch grabbed. That yelp turned into a kiss. He moaned, his arms slowly coming up to embrace her, and when he was allowed to breath, he saw her face was flushed like his was. "Damn." Not the most heart-rendering, but it was all he was allowed. Before long, he was pulled into another kiss, much hotter than the first. He was shocked. Being pushed down into a thoughtful despair, then being brought up by a fiery college friend kissing the shit out of you does that. As his brain warmed up, he started reacting, at first to Jenny. Her leg wrapped around him, her hand guiding his to her breast. He moaned, putting more into the kiss, grinding gently against her, kneading her chest with his hand. Then, he noticed the crowd he was attracting and started withdrawing. He pulled away slightly, only enough to catch a breath and speak. "J-Jenny. We've got another audience." He shivered, keeping the coals hot. His breath smelled of mint, but not overpowering like most. When he looked into her eyes,he saw a look that made him word his next question carefully. "Do you want t-to go upstairs?" This would be his first time performing for a crowd. His first time since college actually, and right now, it seemed like it happened a milenia ago.
 
"Oh don't be a pussy" she said pulling up her complicated top to reveal her perfectly perky, grey nips. "These people perform all the time in front of a camera. No one's embarrassed here."

She leaned over him and reached into his pants feeling his hard fox cock already getting a knot. She pushed him onto a chair and began giving him a lapdance. Her bum swaying back and forth over his groin and her tail wrapping around his as she sat down in his lap, intertwining their legs and grinding her butt against his hard package. She reached behind her to grab his head and kisses him, with her free hand she grabbed his free hand and guided it to her womanhood, though having a bit of trouble undoing her stringy belt in her drunken state.

"You have no idea how good your cock feels right now." she said moaning and biting her lip "I wanted to fuck you so hard in college."
 
Trystan yelped as he was pushed onto the stool, and promptly given a very seductive lapdance. He couldn't help it, his nervousness suppressed by the drunkeness. He smiled, growling in lust and pleasure as his hardening length was ground against and tightly gripped. "Since college? Well, I don't think you should have to wait anymore." He growled, using both hands to assault her breasts, grinding savagely with her. When his hand was lead to her womanhood, he didn't hesitate, plunging the first two fingers deep into her. He kissed back, his tongue fighting with hers, wrestling for control.

He pulled away, adding another finger for reconciliation. "Ah ah ah.... don't think you'll get me so easily. You got me drunk, but not enough to have complete control over me." He grinned, and lowered his head, nipping at her neck. When he reached her breasts, he stopped, teasing her, then traveling up to nip and suck at her collarbone. "Not bad for a cameraman, huh?" He made his way down to her breasts again, but did the same thing as last time. "Let's give these guys a show they'll remember love."
 
"FUCK YES!" she screamed as she pulled down her shorts and panties to reveal the most PERFECT pink pussy Trystan had seen in his entire life. It was tight but has enough elasticity to show she was no inexpereinced virgin. Her ass was perfect. Two large orbs that pumped her pussy lips more. She looked behind him with her gorgeous red eyes and spread her legs, her pink thong around her left leg. She bend over and touched the floor, her legs spread as far as she could get them, he ankles bending inward to give her more balance.

At last her tail rose up and swayed inviting him in. A massive crowd (mostly male). Several were taking pictures but one in particular was notable, he carried a large film quality camera over his shoulder like a boom box and a beer in his other hand. This was more than just an ordinary party. They KNEW something was going down. They never expected it to be the only NON porn stars in the room.

"Come'on babe, by pussy can't wait much longer" she moaned spreading her lips with one hand "I'm already wet for you baby."
 
Trystan smiled, his length standing at full attention now. "My my, you're that eager huh? Well, we'll do it my way next time." He growled, slamming all eleven inches into her. From there, he thrusted powerfully into her, making sure anyone and everyone could see. This was exhilerating! He found a nice-quality camera in the crowd, smiled directly into it, pulled out almost all the way, and slammed back in. Unfortunately, there was only so much one could do in this position. "Jenny. We're moving. I'll carry you to the table." He chuckled, turning her around and hugging her close.

In a smooth, swift movement that failed to break the movements, he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around him. From there, he carried her to a recently full table near where they were, and to see what he could do, started to kiss and tease and suckle her breasts. The crowd followed, but Trystan wasn't paying much attention any more. He pushed his girl onto her back on the table, giving everyone a clear view of what he was doing. While he pounded into her, his paws roamed her stomach, and worked their way to her beautiful breasts. "Jesus Jen, am I the only one doing the work here?"
 
Jenny closed her eyes and bit her lips, moaning deeply. His cock was so much bigger than she ever expected. As the full length slammed deeper into her she gasped and giggled as the bulky mass punched into her insides. She grabbed his hips and guided him into her, gyrating her hips to help increase both their pleasure. Her ankles began to shake, she was in to much pleasure to hold this possition. Thankfully, Trystan turned her around and picked her up slamming her onto the table, fondling her belly and breasts, licking her neck and teasing her nipples.

"Ohhh, Trystan" she moaned running her hands up his arms and biting her index finger. She smiled at his cocky comment and swung her legs around him knocking him over and rolling on top of him. She quickly slid forward, got on her knees and pushed her tight, wet pussy against his mouth. With incredulous skill she bent backwards, arching her back, and began licking his shaft upside down, stroking its near footlong length. The crowd cheered this was better quality then some of their films. Exactly what the crew was looking for.
 
Although the change of position was sudden, and shocking, he wasted no time in the recovery. He had to admit though, she was quite the flexible unicorn. He grinned, his tongue lapping, teasing, his paws grasping her thighs, holding her in place. With a devious grin, he plunged his flat tongue deep into her, growling with approval at the taste. And then, her tongue touched his member, and the result was instantaneous. He moaned loudly, his tongue vibrating heavily.

Eventually, he moved one hand to the small of her back, helping support her, keeping some strain off her spine. When he was able to pull away, he did, and once more, had a change in plans. With a coy smirk, he tipped her one way, using both paws to flip her over on top of him, putting them in the 69. The camera was getting mostly Jenny and what she was doing, occasionally switching to the fox. Without more hesitation, he dove back in, his muzzle following his tongue in slightly, giving her a wonderful thrill.
 
Jenny was suddenly flipped on her belly and face to face with the massive cock. Her hand still on the base, twisted and stroked the lower half as her mouth sucked and licked the upper half while her spare hand cupped her balls and played with them gently. She sighed in pleasure and thrust he pussy onto his lips, loving every second of his flat, rough, fox tongue on her tight white pussy. She moaned again as his tongue penetrated her deeper than she imagined, causing her blood to rush and making her throat the massive cock 10 inches deep before gagging and returning for air. A string of saliva lead from the tip to her lips and she licked every drop of the saliva and pre-cum from the tip.

Jenny popped her ass on Trystan's face and moaned, she wanted more, this was not enough to tame her inner feral. She, with speed and agility slid her rump forward and lifted her head so she was siting on her knees. She realigned his cock with her tight cunt and dropped her self slowly ontop, leaning back and rocking back and forth as the cock drilled deeper into her slowly.
 
Trystan growled, thouroughly enjoying the treatment he was receiving, giving back as much as he could. He thrust up every now and then, but he froze, moaning out in pleasure when she took him almost all the way in. But of course, there was more. Before he could think, his supply of air was momentarily blocked by Jenny's wonderful assets. And when she moved up, he barely had a chance to breathe in before she buried his cock in her. It was slow, almost torturous. Everything had happened fast up until now, and he yearned for it, but he could sense Jenny had something in mind. At least he hoped. He couldn't stand too much more of this. Eventually, she worked her way to the base, still rocking steadily. Trystan broke.

He moaned, writhing slightly under her, hands wrapping around her waist, matching her rythym with his rough beat. In an instant, he was sitting up, able to grope her breasts, turning her head so her lips met his in a rough, yet somehow gentle kiss. "Jenny, you better have been going somewhere with that slow pace. Not sure how much longer I can hold out."
 
Jenny bit her lip as Trystan leaned up and groped her breasts, moaning in ecstasy and rolling her head back onto his shoulder. She bucked her hips, popping her ass back and forth on his massive cock and gyrating her hips in a clockwise motion before slamming back down on his dick.

"Ooooh, does the poor baby wanna go faster?" she teased in a condescending voice "Well then I can't have my little man unhappy now can I?"

Jenny immediately starting putting her hips and legs into action, standing on her booted feet and crouching down, bouncing repeatedly on the main of his cock. She grabbed his hands that cupped her breasts and leaned back, putting her weight on him. With the pressure off her back she bucked so hard and fast the one could see Trystan's member pusshing through her belly on the outside. She bounced faster and faster, her breath speeding up with her high pitched, soft moans.
 
The fox growled, slamming as hard as he could into her. "Baby?" He barked in mock anger, getting faster the closer he was to coming. "Well, you better tell your baby how you wanna end this," he bit lightly on her neck, a devious grin on his face. "Or I'll chose for you." He turned her around so she faced him, and he noticed the slight bulge he was making with evry thrust. "Ah, making an ah.... impression huh?" God that was corny.

He growled in a mix of pleasure, and sweet agony, holding off for a few seconds longer. His face contorted in something akin to pain. "You'd better hurry with that choice Jen." He tilted his head back, putting some extra oomph behind each thrust now, seeing who would come first. The rather experienced unicorn, or the somewhat newly christened fox cameraman.
 
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