As the purple wolf stretched out on the couch and watched the snow through the frosted windows, the two cats appeared in the doorway in their traditional uniforms, perfectly groomed for their favorite client. "Good afternoon, s-sir..." the lighter of the two stuttered, catching the mutt's attention. "We will be your chaperones for the afternoon. Please let us know if you need anything!" the other cheerfully cut in. Although one was far less experienced, both of them certainly knew him well - the purple pooch was a regular of the Haven. He picked these two to handle his first service for every visit, but both knew that house policy prohibited attendants from addressing patrons by name to protect their anonymity, even in private rooms. As they took their posts side-by-side in front of the door to the cozy chalet, the mutt wasted no time in beckoning them over. Without hesitation, both cats obediently sauntered in front of him. The wordless wolf grinned eagerly and spread his legs, waiting for the two 'pards to act. While the new hire stared expectantly between his legs, the darker of the two tried his hardest to patiently stare straight into the dog's eyes before he gently jabbed the other in the hip. "Sir...?" he prompted in response as he snapped his gaze to match. "Would you... do you need something?" he continued to stumble. The more reserved cat pleaded, "You know we can't do anything you don't ask of us..." as he shifted his weight from side to side to nervously hide his own eager arousal under the skirt.

Not wanting to disappoint, but curious to test the limits of this rule, the wolf unbuttoned his own pants, carefully slipped his manhood out, and let it rest between his legs, half-erect. The cold draft did little to hide it - as both cats broke their eye contact to size him up, he flexed it up and leaned back, confident he could get the two to break without a word. To none of their surprise, both cats indeed broke immediately and climbed up onto either side of the couch. The lighter of the two was first to reach the goods; the darker first tried to pull the waistband out of the way, but the canine unhelpfully refused to budge and merely pressed the feline's head over to his lap. Because they knew their client was undoubtedly pent up from the week's work and watching the pretty 'pards at reception, the two attendants were cautious in their oral service. As he grew to full length, the mutt reached back to each cat's rump, slipped down their G-strings, and gently rubbed around under their tails. In response, both cats couldn't resist emitting a quiet purr, which vibrated up against the throbbing shaft smushed between their muzzles.

As the minutes passed, the mutt grew bold with his fingers, and the two kittens kept their tails arched high as they competed for their client's lust. The darker feline pressed himself back against the probing paws and shivered anxiously. While he tried his hardest to regain his composure, the lighter leopard thoughtfully reached down to gently pull the wolf's heavy orbs out from the rather tight pants. The pleased pup watched the two tongue-wrestle his length into their own mouths, and soon, a slow stream of precum started to dribble out of the tip. At the first taste of it, the frisky felines knew it was time, and both readily glanced up at their stud.

"Okay, girls. Who's first?"