Chapter Two

Fillydelphia State Prison

"Heh, don't drop the soap there Wit, you know what happens to those fellows dumb enough to do so,"

"As if I haven't heard that old saying two many times before. Besides, it's not like anyone in this damn room is brave enough to even try. I'm not the one who receives pleasure, I'm the one who gives,"

"I beg to differ. What about Gouden? I bet that girl sure does give you a nice blowjob,"

"Shut your snout Pex. No one talks shit about my girl!"

"Woah baby! I wasn't offending your girl. I was offending your big ass dick," Pex chuckled. He held a toothpick in his mouth, and sat underneath the water poring on him as he sat on his stool with his legs wide apart.

"Like you've seen larger,"

"And I have seen larger, and yours isn't one of them,"

"You really want my fist down your damn throat?"

"Hey, take it easy bro. We'll be out of here tomorrow, and then, we'll all get to meet our girls down at the ally," Wit stood underneath the water. He kept his arms crossed against his chest, and faced Pex with a questioned look.

"What do you mean , 'we'll be out of here tomorrow?' You trying to trick us?"

"As if I haven't tried that yet, but this time I'm serious. I overheard the guards talking about letting us free. Bet they caught the real criminal,"

"But we are the real criminal,"

"For making twenty pounds of cocaine? No way Jose. We were just the ones who sold it. I'd be damned if I was able to make cocaine good enough for children's candy shops,"

Wit did not reply with words, but he replied with a chuckle, and continued to wash himself down as Pex sat on his stool, facing the back of Wit, and chewing on the toothpick like Smaug surrounded by barriers of gold, but instead, he was surrounded by barriers of criminals, and he was one of them.

Fillydelphia Downtown, Clementine Restaurant

"How do you like your steak madame?" The waiter asked the young lady. He still held the plate in his hands up high, while he grasped his bow tie on his chest with his other hand, simply waiting for a reply, that was obviously soon to be not a significantly well answer, but a very confident point in the order's faults.

"Well, it was very well for the average wolf, but the steak was not cooked to perfection, nor was it properly cooked at the right time, or heat, thus, the edges were rather hard to tear apart, and the inside was rather juicy, and raw. So really, I must say that I would not likely order this meal, thank you very much," The she-wolf replied confidently, just as the waiter expected.

"Now if you excuse me, I must get going now," She fixed her bun, stood up, and walked out. Everyone was forced to listen to the clicking of her heels, and if they were to comment, then she would just have her daddy's agents drag them out. She was the queen, and no one was king to rule her. Her name? Braided Bun.

***

"Eh Bun, how was the date?" The limo driver watched the road, and asked her without looking back at her.

"It was fine. The steak was little under cooked, but other than that, it was a pleasure," He chuckled.

"You sure about that? You sure did walk out with not a grin, nor a smirk, and your fists were clenched, held tightly together. So tightly in fact, that I was ready for them to turn blue," He laughed at a high pitch, "And don't even get me started with the others making room for you to walk past. Sure are scared of you, that's for sure,"

"Nonsense. They were just being polite!" The limo driver looked back at Bun with a smirk.

"Well of course they were being polite. If they were not to have, 'daddy' would have come down and spanked them till they cried!"

"Are you saying that people treat me as they treat me now, simply because of daddy?"

"Of course. You just haft to live with it,"

"Well....Why can't people just treat me for me? Not because my father is a million air?!"

"They can't you see. Celestia cut down on making bits. No one has barley any bits. They're just trying to get with you. Get with your fortune,"

"Well you don't...Try to get with my fortune. Why can't they be like you?"

"Because....Limo drivers are paid to be polite. Paid to drive others around all day,"

"But what if they're trying to get to me, for, you know. True love?"

"No one wants true love with a body like that they can fuck all day Bun. Face it," And she did. She had to face it. She had gotten out of the limo by now, and walked up to the front door of her and her father's mansion that she had shared with her two cousins, that weren't quite as elegant or mannerly as her.

"Father?" Braided said softly, and walked around to the kitchen with her hands in front of her like a lady. "Are you in here?" She asked out to her father, and continued to walk around till it was about eleven P.M, which had obliged her to slip into her night gown and fall asleep. Maybe she would get a better sleep than the night before, meaning that she had not seen her cousins anywhere in sight, and that they were possibly out getting drinks with father.

"Well, I guess I just haft to go to bed without a simply glass of wine," She sighed, and walked up the stairs to her room that was lightly decorated, heavily was just to much for the poor soul.

She got herself out of her dress, heels, and now all she had to do was get those wretched, matching bra and panties with animal print off. She had led herself to the bathroom to do so, but found herself staring into the mirror with her bra in her hands, for she could not forget the fact that the limo driver, Blade, had commented on her body, and that every wolf was obliged to look at her eyes, and not what they really saw fit.

"Those pigs," She admitted to herself that she was not ready for a husband, which was what father had told her.

"Maybe I could just...." She held her breasts in her hands and continued to hold them there till she got sick of staring at her dirty reflection in the mirror.

Braided Bun had taken all clothing off by now, and had slipped on her salmon nightgown that looked more like a dress in her opinion. She could have kept it on, or just faced that fact that she wouldn't be hidden all her life, and snooze in bed with nothing on, not even her socks for that matter. She sighed, and took her arm out of one of the loops. She had done the same to the other arm, and the gown had flooded down to her feet like a drain.

Naked, Bun had took her hair out of a bun and let her blonde hair down. She was ready for bed, and she had done this every night, and she was ashamed that she had changed the routine.

***

It was about two o' clock in the morning by now. Braided was still awake, in bed with a rather large novel in her hands, and her father's eyeglasses upon her face. She had hoped her cousins were to arrive back at home with her father at one, but no. The latest was to be three, which had given Braided one hour to fall asleep, but she was simply not tired. Her Narcolepsy had kicked in once or twice, and she was no longer tired. Not even with the three glasses off milk that had been drunken next to her bedside.

Her quilt that was placed on top of her had covered her bosom quite well, and she had looked as if she still wore her dress gown. She had heard footsteps the level below, and was certain that it was just the cousins, and her father, that would soon travel upstairs to kiss her on the forehead like every other night. Chances were that he would just be too drunk to even stumble, let alone walk up the steps to his bedroom.

"Oh Bun darling! Would you come here please?" Josie, the larger cousin has called for Bun to come down the steps to greet her and her father. Bow Heart as well if she was just that important at the moment.

"Coming," She yelled back down. She simply could not walk down the steps as naked as a baboon. And so she had gotten her night gown once more, slipped it on, and pranced down the steps only to see Josie holding a purse near her elbow, and a glass of wine she had taken from the restaurant.

"Oh Bun Darling. Father refuses to walk up the steps, on account that he is mighty drunk. Would you mind coming and kissing him on the forehead?" Josie asked like a dolly. Bun did not reply, and walked down the hallway to her father's room and kissed him simply on the forehead, very softly. She guaranteed that he was awake. Just drunk enough to not notice that she had arrived, and he seemed rather shocked.

"Goodnight father," She rubbed his forehead with her thumb, and walked out with her arms crossed, underneath her breasts, and pushed up against her torso. It was simply too late to sleep. Josie would still brag about how many men she and Bow had met. But then Josie said something interesting about meeting a girl that had confessed about being an escort. And so Josie had invited her for the night. Since her boyfriend was still in jail. There was no hurry to get her hair fluffed and combed for his arrival.

Bun laid upon her bed with a quilt on top of her again. She had once again taken off her gown, throw it under her bed, and laid there staring up at the ceiling. Josie would come up once or twice with her special guest, then scurry back down the steps to have a nice glass of champagne, but that did not happen yet. So Bun laid there. She had already finished the novel she had begun reading earlier entitled Sparks, written by a wonderful author by the name of Type Writer, and the only thing she could truly do in the bed was to fondle her breasts, but she decided that it was to nasty, and dirty you could say.

She had begun to hear Josie chuckling and walking up the stairs. It seemed as if the guest had arrived.

"Oh Gouden. Aren't you just the best?" Josie had flung her head backwards, stared up at the ceiling, and laughed loudly. Louder than ever in fact.

Gouden was rather fancy for how Josie had described her. All of that biz with being an escort and all. She had black fur simply as dark as night, and softer than silk, for silk was very fashionable. As you might suspect, her flowing hair was rather gold, for her name meant Golden in dutch. The language of her people.

"Well this must be Bun. Pleasure to meet you," Gouden held her hand out suspecting a shake in return from Bun, but she was to interested in becoming an escort.

"Bun, don't be rude now. Say hello to Gouden," Josie spoke.

"My, terribly sorry. Welcome to our home," Bun was rather interested in Gouden's breasts that were quite large. They had either been pushed up by one of the fashionable bra's, or she simply just made, or natural. "Your breasts. They are simply devine. I must ask if this is not to personal, but how do you do it?" Braided Bun seemed very interested in the she-wolf's large breasts. She was not a creep like the others, just a fellow wolf asking for advice.

"Why, this compared to my regular day isn't personal at all. But tell me, why are you interested?"

Bun stared down at the quilt that was upon her breasts, and looked up. She seemed to take the situation very well.

"I seem to be bored with my life. Having all the men respect me not for my personality, but for my looks, and I'm tired of it. Father has always said to do good in life, follow my dreams, my beliefs, but none of those have come true. Now I ask you, how do you do it?"

"Well, with all the hungry wolves around, i can't just have my breasts sag. It will be bad for business you see. There are even more customers coming around with their bits. Rumors are that the princesses are running low on bits, and that there can simply be  no more till they find another way. So,if you want a boob job, better hurry fast. Your father is rich for a reason you know,"

"She is correct Bun darling. Now, I will go get the champagne, and we will have a formal chat," Josie had left the room, and it was now only Bun and Gouden.

Gouden looked rather nervous after speaking to Bun about her breasts. She still had a glass of wine that she had set down from the restaurant. Gouden clutched the bottom of the glass, and lifted it to her lips. And so, a new conversation begun.

"Tell me. Why did you ask?"

"Well, Blade, my limo driver, admitted that no boy wants to be with me for my personality. I know I should resist, make them learn that I am beautiful on the inside as well, but I'm done with boys. I can't be in a relationship. I just want to meet them, and get it over with. I don't even care if they stare at my breasts now. I want them to. I'm done,"

"With boys that is," Gouden smirked, and clutched the glass even harder by now. Bun did not make a sudden move, for she was almost certain that the glass was to spill upon Gouden's bosom. Possibly even her lap, but that was not to be necessary at the moment.

"Are you okay? It appears to be that your glass is cracking. Anger?"

"Why nonsense," Gouden had admitted, and so the breaking of the glass had begun, and the wine did happen to spill over her bosom. Quite well actually. The wine had in fact spilled upon the white carpet below, and Gouden was certain that the spill would stain. So she did what any she-wolf would do. She leaned down on the ground, and used one hand to grab the corner of her silky green shirt, and wiped up the wine as best as she could, but it was like grape juice, and it would not come off all the way. "I am terribly sorry darling. I will have my carpet removers in here in a flash!"

"There is no need for that. We might as well just cover it up in furniture. In the meantime, how about I get you a shirt,"

'That would be lovely," Gouden waited patiently as Bun stood up, her back facing Gouden. She wrapped the quilt around her self like a towel, and walked down to the bathroom where she collected one of Josie's fancy night gowns. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worse. The gown had simply been cut, and everything had been exposed. Everything but the torso, and her breasts wasn't technically apart of that.

"It's not perfect, quite exposing in fact, but I think it will hold for a night. It's not like father will come up here any time soon,"

"Thank you darling," Gouden smiled, and they waited for Josie to arrive back up the stairs, and so she did, with a bottle of champagne in one hand, and a rather large, silver tray with glass cups on top of them. "That is a rather large bottle. Where did you ever get the money to afford that?"

"Gouden honey, Uncle owns a whole airport. I think he can manage buying a bottle of champagne. I suppose that you have found interest in that top? It's quite lovely isn't it?"

"Well yes, but I just spilled a little wine. That is all. Besides, I will be out of here before you know it,"

"Oh honey, no you won't. You are staying the night. If father sees you, he might as well call the police,"

"Why is that?" Bun had nudged into the conversation, as she still stood with the quilt wrapped around her body.

"Because, uncle has been trying to find the escorts of his town. Says that his clients won't spend their money at his agency. I really don't know where he comes up with all this stuff, but he never forgets a face," And so Josie began to serve the champagne. It was rather sweet, yet harsh against Bun's throat, for she had never drunken champagne, as she thought of it as a bad influence in her life, but now, there was nothing else to do. but drink.

"Cousin, do you think you can sneak us some cheese and crackers. Maybe a few grapes while me and Gouden talk?"

"Why of course not," Josie was just being polite, for she would usually have the butler, or even a maid get the platter.

Gouden stared into Bun's eyes, quite abnormal, for she had not expected a wolf as shy as she to even ask a escort a question as strange as she had asked.

"Let me be a escort," Were the words that had come out of Bun's lips. She was very certain, and very serious, or else she would not have stared back into Gouden's eyes, and she would not have faced her directly, nor stutter, in which she did not do. "Let me be a escort,"

"Bun, I am terribly sorry to say this, but if your father found out that you were taking a job in the business, he would send us all to jail. Don't think that just because he is your father, that he will protect you. They all let go one time or another, and it will happen in everyone's life. Same with mothers,"

"Well, I don't have one. I wouldn't be telling you this if Gloria was here, but she is not, so, I say once more....Let me be a escort," Gouden looked into her eyes once more with a smirk more then a smile or a nervous, questioning look.

"Show me what you got,"

"W-What?"

"Show me what you got. You don't think that we just let any old sag with rags for breasts into our company, do you?"

"N-No,"

"Than take you clothes off and show me what you got. If you want the job, strip your self. It's not like a customer will pay us to have you stand in his office and admire his fish. I don't think you understand what this job offers. It offers pleasure. You get it, or give it," Gouden became rather feisty by now, but she was serious about this business. It was all for her love.

Bun was in no need to strip, for she had already done so before, and after father and the cousins have arrived. All she needed to do was unravel the quilt, and let it fall to her feet like the gown had done.

"Lets get this over with,"

"A-Alright," And so Bun had unraveled the quilt, and let it down to her feet. Her body was rather strange, yet beautiful. She had large full breasts, all natural, a slim waist, and nothing was wrong down below. Gouden stared at her body in aw. She hated to admit it, but it seemed as if Bun had such a natural body, better than her fake one.

"Let me ask you a question," Gouden spoke, facing Bun.

"Okay,"

"What's your specialty?"