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The (Un)Usual Business

Part 3

For Dreixes

By Draconicon

Felicia, Fayette; the names were one and the same to her, but she held onto the latter tighter than she did the former. To be in the Hawthwaites Society was to be anonymous, but only if you didn't do something stupid, and she was already doing something pretty damn stupid.

The secretary bird knelt before the well-endowed pigeon, her primary client moaning softly for her while the secondary client took pictures from the side. Technically, those photos weren't encouraged or even allowed by the Society, but that was why this one wanted the side-rooms, the turret rooms, that were further from the core power of the building. She was still anonymous, but some of the rules that protected her from being exposed were a bit weaker out on the edges.

And that was dangerous enough in and of itself, but the fact that it was her father taking the pictures...

Felicia - no, Fayette, Fayette - felt a shiver running down her spine, and she honestly wasn't sure if it was arousal or something a bit more sinister than that. Her head-feathers were tied back beneath a headdress that kept them from reacting, so she couldn't even guess her own feelings by how they were moving, how they were shifting and drooping and other reactions. All she could do was guess at her own confused feelings, and that guess...

That guess was a bit embarrassing, and likely to be more embarrassing when she actually left the building. Knowing that her father was looking at her, watching her, even gripping his own dick while she sucked on someone else should have been on the level of disgusting, but since he wasn't actually touching her, it was something else. Almost...almost arousing, but not quite.

Fuck...I didn't...I never thought it would go this far...

Bobbing her head forward on the pigeon's shaft, she tried to fix the client with a stare of adoration, to look up at the wide-hipped bird, but her eyes kept going to the gray goose that sat off to the side.

Her dad had never been good at hiding how he felt. While she and her mother had the feathers along the back of their head to give away their emotions, her father's beak had always been twisting this way and that, showing exactly what he was thinking and how he was feeling at any given moment. Sometimes, he looked angry, sometimes joyous, sometimes lecherous. Quite often lecherous, now that she thought about it.

"Mmph."

She groaned as she bobbed her head forward, only the little rubbers at the end of her beak keeping her from poking and perhaps stabbing the client in front of her. She coughed softly, feeling his cock lodging right in the back of her throat. Despite its length, her neck was still sensitive to being invaded like that.

"Mmmph...mmph..."

"Oh, she is beautiful, is she not?" the pigeon said, looking over his shoulder at her father. "She is the epitome of class, even down on her knees. She's beautiful, fine and -"

"Shut the hell up and just fuck her throat," the goose grunted, squeezing his cock harder. "You want to be a man in this business, you need to know how to take them hard."

"Mmmph...yes, sir..."

The pigeon laid his hands on her head, feathers and claws alike gripping the back of her head. Fayette, yes, Fayette, not Felicia, braced herself -

"Mmph!"

And it was good that she did, because the pigeon started fucking her face like there was no tomorrow. He shoved her down to the base of his cock again and again, battering the tip of his hefty shaft against the back of her throat like it was some sort of target that he was aiming for. Thrust, thrust, thrust, the gloppy, guttural sounds of her throat being fucked filling the room, and she could hear her father groaning in satisfaction.

"Looks just like her..."

The goose's murmur was clear enough to her, even if it didn't mean anything to the pigeon that was using her. For a moment, she was worried that he meant that she looked just like Felicia, but that worry passed. No, the Society protected her from being recognized merely from a visual resemblance. He had to be talking about something else. Maybe...maybe about her mother, instead?

God, he was a pervert, then. He wanted to be cucked that bad? He wanted to see someone else fuck his wife? Why couldn't he just take this pigeon back home and let him go to town on her mother, then? Why come here and...

And pick her...

Maybe I'm just that much better looking...

Fayette squirmed a bit at that thought, swaying her hips slowly, the French maid outfit swaying with her. Her breasts were about to fall out from how loose the garment was, and she knew that if she wasn't careful, her tail feathers would push the skirt all the way up.

So far, her father's friends hadn't gone beyond a blowjob with her, but she had a feeling that this one would if she showed off her rump and her pussy. She could only imagine what he would do, then, or the sort of pictures that her father would take of the event. A shiver ran down her spine, and she felt something dripping from between her legs.

Yes, she was definitely aroused from this. Shamefully, horribly aroused.

She groaned as the hand on the back of her head forced her down to the base one last time, holding her there. Fayette braced herself for the load that she was sure was about to come, swallowing hard to keep it flowing...

And yet, there was nothing. Not yet, anyway, even as she swallowed and worked her tongue along the bottom of her client's cock. He huffed and puffed, pulling back from her. The feeling of his cock leaving her throat left her gasping softly, her eyes a bit glazed from the effort of trying to swallow around it and keep it from gagging her.

"What the fuck, Adrian?"

"S-sorry. I just...didn't want to finish so fast."

"You think that matters?" the goose said, grunting as he sat up straight. "You fuck these girls, and then you do it again. I'm paying for you to get off on them, and you're damn well gonna do it. If you don't have the stamina for more than one round, then you can go right back to the intern office. This is required!"

If only there wasn't a rule against blackmail, she was pretty sure that she would be set for life with this sort of information from her father. The way that he was blackmailing his interns for his own sexual gratification was probably what the whole all-male internship was set up to prevent. Yet, here he was, forcing someone younger than him to fuck his fucking daughter.

Fucking terrific.

Wiping her beak as the two of them argued, she wondered if she would have time for a different client when these two were done. It wasn't that the pigeon wasn't fun to suck on - god, she would enjoy having him between her legs, if it wasn't for the fact that this was already awkward - but she wanted something to wash the taste of her father being there out of her mouth. Something -

Click.

The door? Nobody was supposed to come in once a session had started. The matron-managers had the right to do it, of course, but they almost never did. Fayette turned her head -

And her eyes went wide at the sight of the secretary bird that stepped into the room. Seeing the darkened headdress, the veil pulling the feathers back, was as good a giveaway as anything else. Only one other secretary bird wore that sort of old-style thing, and she knew her intimately.

MOM?!

She was trained well enough by the Society not to let the word pass her beak, but her eyes said it all as she looked at the broad-hipped woman in front of her, staring at her through the dark-green silks that she wore, seeing her mother's breasts nearer to falling out of the dress than her own were through her top. Her eyes were about to bug right out of their sockets, half-worried that she was busted, half-hoping that her father was.

Yet, here she was...and she recognized...

There was a glint of excitement in the eyes of the other woman, and Fayette realized what had happened. It took that second or two to penetrate her mind, but she got it.

Mom got a job? Here?!

"What's going on, Matron?" her father asked. "What the hell is this? We ordered this one, and some privacy for it."

"I'm certain you did, and that she's been most satisfactory thus far," the other secretary bird said, shutting the door behind her. "However, the management felt that you might enjoy having a second...assistant...for the well-endowed young man that you brought with you."

"This isn't going to cost me any more than it already has, has it?"

"Not at all. Consider this treatment on the house."

"Then have at it, bitch..."

Fayette wanted to sink through the floor as her mother knelt down at her side, not sure what was more embarrassing: being caught out as a slut by her mom, or how her dad was behaving towards the older woman. In either case, she didn't get a chance to talk before her mother grabbed her by the back of her head, shoving her right back down on the pigeon's shaft. She barely had a chance to breathe in and catch a lungful of air before she was back to deepthroating.

Her mother's grip was tight, forcing her up and down even faster than the pigeon had been doing. The young man was forced back to his seat, and she was forced to go along with him. The near-breakneck pace of the blowjob was keeping him from talking, keeping her from resisting...

But it didn't keep her mom from talking.

"I'm disappointed, 'Fayette,'" her mother said, whispering ever so quietly. "I would have thought if you were coming here, you would have told me...I would have been quite a bit more supportive than you might have thought."

Supportive?!

The day was full of surprises, it seemed. She looked at her mother - at Alette, she realized, something filling in the information that she didn't have - out of the corner of her eye, wordlessly begging for an explanation. She doubted that she was going to get one while she was sucking off a big-ass pigeon, but she hoped that her mother would get the picture for later.

The other secretary bird smiled, slowly pulling her off of the pigeon's cock after a moment or two.

"As you can see, sir, she is quite well-trained...but let me show you what a matron may do."

"Ma'am, you don't - HOLY FUCK!"

And just like that, Fayette watched as her mother deepthroated a cock that she had been having a bit of trouble with. Not just deepthroated, she realized, but managed to take right to the base of her beak, almost like she had unhinged it to take the whole thing at once.

Fayette's eyes had gone wider than she had imagined was physically possible for their species, and she glanced out of the corner of her eye at her father. She half-expected him to have recognized her mother, that this was some sort of game that they were playing, but no. He was just snapping pictures, grinning, muttering to himself again. She almost picked out some of the words, too.

"Just like...old days...fucking whore..."

Old days...her mother had worked here? Way back then?

Fayette shivered, staring at her mom working the pigeon's cock, watching as the other woman damn near worshiped his cock, forcing herself up and down its length, using her tongue in ways that the younger secretary bird could hardly believe was possible. Yet, there she was, doing it over and over again, teasing the pigeon nearer and nearer to an orgasm.

Realizing that she had an opportunity to speak, she leaned in, whispering to her mom just as her mom had whispered to her.

"What are you doing?"

"Mmmph..."

"Sorry. What are you...you're here for a reason. Me or dad?"

There was the slightest of head-tilts on the next bob of her head, and Fayette got the fact that it was her.

"Why?"

"Mmmm..."

The older woman pulled off the cock again, and Fayette took the cue to move down and take her place. Adrian didn't have a chance. No sooner had he relief from one mouth than he was having to deal with another, bobbing up and down his cock like it was the hottest, fattest shaft in creation.

And her mother was quick to take advantage.

"You weren't being very sneaky, dear. You left a bank statement behind, and it matched up to payments from your father...and I remembered what different services cost around here," the older woman whispered. "Now, I would be upset about you going behind my back...but I understand the urge to be here, the feeling of freedom that it gives to be able to just do this without judgment, without anyone looking down at you...

"But mama knows how it goes when you don't have anyone to backstop you...when you are just running for whatever feels good..."

The other bird pulled her back again, and they started licking and kissing the shaft from either side. Adrian was clenching his seat in white-knuckled grips, and the two birds continued to whisper as they serviced the over-endowed pigeon.

"Why? Why does it matter to you?"

"Well, I want to make sure that you make the right decisions, like I did."

"What, about marrying a creep?"

"That was less of a good decision," her mother admitted, giving the tip of the shaft a light nip to go along with the next lick. "But the others were good. You want to learn to control your clients, to have the best pick of them, otherwise..."

"...Yeah, I can see what you mean."

They fell silent, giving the bird some attention to his balls. Adrian seemed to appreciate the gap in the overstimulation that he had been getting, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he melted into his own chair. The girl and the woman chuckled to themselves, knowing that it was part of the fun to tease them, to make the clients all sorts of silly.

It was the pleasure of the Hawthwaites Society. They were allowed to take their pleasure from showing the males just how good at their job they were.

They were just on the verge of getting him to cum again when they moved back, giving him a chance to breathe. However, before they could take the time to talk again, the goose stepped in.

"Come on, you're not going to stop. Get him off, you fucking sluts. I want to see him blow his load on you."

Mother and daughter, daughter and mother looked at each other. Fayette didn't know what was going through Alette's mind, but she knew what she felt about this whole mess. Her father had been an asshole for a while, and he deserved some humiliation.

And what better humiliation than to let a stranger fuck both his daughter and his wife?

The secretary birds smiled at each other, and then slowly moved back from the benches and seats. They pulled the table in the corner over, and Alette laid down first, the more mature of the secretary birds getting comfortable and pulling up her dress, exposing her sex.

It was strange for Fayette to see her mother like this, but not altogether wrong. Maybe it was part of the Society's magic, or maybe there was some latent lesbianism or bisexuality in her, but there wasn't as much wrong with seeing her mother's pussy as there was with seeing her father's cock. Maybe there was just that difference about not being able to be penetrated by her mother.

In any case, she smiled at the wet slit, then climbed over her mother, getting on top of her until they were breast to breast, boob to boob. She flagged her tail feathers upwards, showing off her own ass and pussy, lowering her hips until mom and daughter were joined at the crotch, rubbing on one another.

They moaned in sync for the males, knowing what they were offering, knowing what they were teasing. Something about this felt right. Something about it all felt...good. Like they were being drawn in, perhaps, like the show that they were putting on was only right.

It didn't take long for Adrian to give in to temptation. The gray goose on the side was jerking his cock hard, but the pigeon was clearly the one that was the real man in the room. Fayette swayed her hips from side to side, making sure to show off everything that she had to offer, and the pigeon came right up to her, grabbing her hips.

His cock slipped between her and her mother, rubbing along their sexes, teasing their pussies at the same time. She moaned under her breath, lowering her head so that her beak rested against her mother's neck, while Alette grabbed her around the middle, holding her still.

"That's it, dear. Show off for him. Let him see everything. You are a proud Hawthwaites girl, are you not?"

"Mmmph...I am..."

"Then show him...show me..."

Her mother smiled down at her, and she blushed. This was so wrong, and yet, so right. The way that her mother was treating her was completely different to the objectification that her father had been pulling, and this...this was far more comfortable for her, far better for her.

She moaned as the cock finally slipped from sliding between them to sliding into her. Arching her back at the pleasure of feeling something between her legs, the secretary bird curled her toes in bliss and arched her back further. She pushed her ass back as much as she could, despite being held down by her mother and the pigeon at the same time.

"Yeah, that's it. Fuck the bitches. Show them what a real man is like. Learn what it's like to just take what you want instead of waiting for someone to give it to you. Take them. Fuck them!"

And Adrian the pigeon did just that, ramming into her and flooding her pussy with his cock. She moaned at the top of her lungs, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as he hammered into her, as her clit was ground against her mother's little bump. They were in sync with each other, grinding, rolling, thrusting, moaning. They were bumping and thrusting and panting and shivering against one another. In and out, in and out that cock went, and she savored every single filling feeling that it gave her.

Her mother's beak found her neck again and again, too, giving her little nips, little squeezes, little bites of affection, and she shivered from that, getting wetter and wetter around the pigeon's cock.

"Does he feel good, dear?"

"Fuck, yes...yes..."

"Vulgar. Remember your status, dear."

"Mmmph...oui...he feels...magnifique."

The French was hardly something that she was used to. She had only begun the lessons in it, but it was better than nothing. She shivered as she felt that huge cock bottom out in her again, pressing right up against her inner walls, right against the entrance to her womb. He was honestly big enough to punch into that, but he was something of a gentleman, despite her father's urgings. He was holding back from giving her that sort of pain.

Yet, he humped hard and fast, fast enough that eventually something was going to go wrong. She didn't know what it would be, but -

POP!

His cock slid out, and then it slid back in again...but not into her.

Her mother groaned, a face of pure pleasure showing as she was filled up with the pigeon's cock. Fayette was briefly envious, but then she had a smile of her own, pressing herself down a bit more firmly, trapping the pigeon's cock in her mother.

"You like it too, don't you, madame?"

"Oh, oui, it is to die for."

"You always were a slut."

"Language, dear."

Fayette rolled her eyes, but she made sure that the others couldn't see it. The way that her mother was getting into this was downright sexy, she had to admit, and she was starting to get into the show, too. There was something about seeing the older woman take such a big cock and get off on it like this that made her smile.

And she knew that it would be all the more humiliating if her father ever found out that this was his family getting rutted like this in front of him.

"Are you playing this up?" she whispered to her mother.

"Not much. Just a little," the older bird confessed. "Just to make sure that if he ever finds out, he knows what we really want..."

Fayette smiled, and she rolled her hips back again, sliding her pussy along the pigeon's cock as he started to pull out. For all that Adrian had been nice and kind, she wanted him to know that he was welcome to go hard. The both of them wanted that, to be filled again and again and again, to be used...

They were that kind of girl, she supposed.

In and out, in and out that cock went, popping between one bird, and then the other. After the second time that it popped out of her, Fayette realized that Adrian was intentionally doing that, using it as a break to stop the stimulation before it could get to be too much for him. It was a clever idea, though one that wouldn't be enough to keep him from getting off. Not when there were two very eager birds waiting for his cum.

Click click click went the phone camera at the back, sometimes taking pictures, sometimes pinging with video files being taken. Oh, his surprise was going to be the thing of legends when they were done.

Finally, neither woman could take the tease any longer. With another shared glance at each other, they made the decision to end it. They grabbed at the pigeon with their legs, pulling him in up to the hilt inside the pair of them. He gasped, he tried to pull back, but no. His cock was trapped between the pussies of the two birds, and they were grinding, slicking, sliding on him until -

"NNNNGH!"

Adrian came, and he came hard, spurting his seed up along their bellies and under their dresses. Both maid and matron moaned for him, and Fayette, at least, came for him at the same time, squirting along his shaft and soaking it with her juices. She wasn't sure if her mother had cum, too, but at the very least, that shaft was soaked more than it needed to be for the job that it had done.

The pigeon slumped back, stumbling along. He had barely pulled back when Frank, again, growled at him.

"You better not be done. You can have a water break, but that's it. I want more. I mean, you need more."

"Man...you can't...just let me..."

"Ah, sir, perhaps you would be better pleased to see us...with each other," Fayette said.

The words came out of her mouth almost before she realized that they had. They were not...yet, she was suggesting that they were going to commit not just some lesbian fun for her father to watch, but she was going to do it right now with her mother...

Oh god, what the hell...what the hell was coming out of her beak?

No sooner had she said it, though, than her mother's fingers were rubbing all the seed on her belly into her sex. Fayette moaned again, rolling her hips backwards, and she couldn't help but lean back against her mom as the older bird sat up behind her.

"My newest employee seems to have forgotten herself, volunteering a matron like that," Alette said. "But perhaps she has a point. Sometimes, a man needs a show before he may continue."

Shit...shit...

"Perhaps we shall give him one..."

Debauchery. She had never had such a night of debauchery in her life, but Alette, Alicia, wife, mother, house-wife, and matron - all different things, all her - took the night by the reins and put it to work.

She pushed her daughter and she pushed herself at the same time, forcing the pair of them through one act after another. She had been doing it as a way to get back at her husband, at first, but the more that the night went on, the more that she had been doing it for herself. The satisfaction of being a Hawthwaites girl again was more than a reward; it was a return to form, of allowing her to be her real self once more.

The way that she had ridden her daughter's face for the viewing pleasure of the men, the way that she had helped her daughter take creampie after creampie from the pigeon, the way that she had managed to utterly humiliate her husband by telling him how much of a better man the pigeon was...

Yes, that was truly a return to form. The queen was back.

She smiled as she slowly rolled out of bed the next morning, back at home, still sweaty from the night out. She looked over her shoulder, looking down at Frankie. He looked as if he had run the mile, pushed himself to the edge of his endurance. If one did not know the truth of things, one might have assumed that it had been him doing what the pigeon did, instead of just getting off to what a real man accomplished.

Smirking slightly to herself, the secretary bird got to her feet, pulling a robe off of a hook and made her way down to the kitchen. She was only half-surprised to find her daughter down there already.

The other secretary bird hadn't put her headdress back on yet, and her feathers were drooping slightly, soft with arousal and embarrassment at the same time. As for Alicia, she felt like hers would have been similar, though more from arousal than anything else. She had left embarrassment behind a long time ago.

As she went to the coffee machine, turning it on and getting the first few cups brewed, Felicia muttered something.

"Hmmm? Could you repeat that?"

"Do you really have no shame?"

"About what? What we did?"

"Well, I wasn't exactly talking about going out for sushi last night, was I?"

Alicia turned her head, staring down her beak until her daughter looked down at the kitchen island instead of at her.

"That was uncalled for, dear."

"It's still...weird. It's like you were the bigger pervert last night. Dad was bad, but...but it's like..."

"Like I was some sort of predator, and you were the prey?"

"...Yeah."

"That's what it will feel like until you take control."

Her daughter looked up, and Alicia turned back to the coffee machine. She tilted it slightly, swirling the brew around so that the coffee didn't get all gunky along the bottom.

"You're learning how to serve men, now. If you let a man take even an inch, he will run with it to see how far he can stretch it. I'm assuming that wasn't the first session with your father?"

"...No."

"I thought not. The bank statements backed it up, but it's good to hear it from your mouth."

"Why lie?"

"Indeed." She poured herself a cup of coffee. "But you know what I mean, then. The more that you allow a man to do, the more that he will try to do. They are not ones to stick within limits unless you enforce it. They will think 'Ah, this is allowed, so what about this? And if that's allowed, then this must be, too.'"

"Sounds like you hate them."

"On the contrary," Alicia said, chuckling. "I love them greatly. Otherwise, your father never would have stood a chance. I enjoy what they do, and I take a great deal of pleasure in seeing what they want to do to me...but I know that I have to be the one in control."

"And are you? Really?"

Shaking her head slightly, Alicia stirred a little sugar into her coffee, holding the mug between her hands. It was a bit of an insulting question, but an honest one. Truth be told, she hadn't expected last night to get as rampant as it did, to allow herself to fall so deeply into the Society's power again on the first night.

That was your mistake, she thought. You always want to leave them wanting more, and if it had been anyone other than Frankie yesterday, you would have satisfied most of their urges for the next month.

"I'll admit that I got a bit out of control last night, but that was my first night back; it's a mistake that I won't be repeating."

"...You sure?"

"Darling, if you ask any of the matrons there, they'll have stories to tell you about my time in Hawthwaites. Ask any of them. Or just ask Diana, down in admissions. We used to work together."

"You worked with the Cougar?"

Alicia smiled. She could hear the capital letter in the question, and she could only imagine what that woman was doing with the student population. Not just with the women, getting them into Hawthwaites, but also with the young men that were wandering around. Diana was one of the few of them that hadn't married, and that left her options quite a bit more open than the rest of them.

Or at least, it had until now.

"What are you going to tell dad?" Felicia asked.

"Nothing, yet. If he didn't figure it out, it means that we're more distant than I thought...and I want to see where I want to take that," Alicia admitted. "I don't know what I want anymore...but I don't think it's him."

"Divorce?"

"Maybe, but not yet. We'll see what happens, first. And besides, with all the photos that he took, that would be a giant mess in the settlement..."

The two of them shivered at that.

"At any rate, he'll be up soon, so you might want to cover your head. Otherwise, those feathers will give you away."

"...Dammit."

"Language, dear."

"I'm not fucking speaking French at home."

"You might want to start with classier English, but as you will."

The End