"Hey, kitty."
John blinks as one of the men-- they're all men, of varying build and body type, and somehow, he feels aroused just being in their presence-- dangles a twenty-dollar bill in his face.
"Wha-?" he stammers, caught off guard.
"Want some easy money, kitty boy?" the man with the twenty says in a deep, smooth voice. He unzips his tight jeans, and drops them and the gray boxers underneath to the floor, revealing a prodigious, hard cock, all with a slick, charismatic grin on his face. He holds out the banknote, still smiling. "Suck my cock."
"I... Uh..." John's tail swishes. On the one hand, this is a total stranger, who could have all kinds of foul diseases. On the other, though, he's offering money, and... he's very, very attractive. "I... Okay, I guess..."
"Heheh, good kitty. C'mon, get on your knees and suck it..." The man pats his thigh, and the rubber tiger mews softly as he gets on his hands and knees, approaching the cock. It looks so big and beautiful... He wants to suck it so badly...