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"You know, I don't really come to places like this that often."

Imara snickered. "Believe me, sweetie...I've heard that line before."

There was no shortage of targets for the cougar to pick from when she'd scanned the crowd from her perch on the stage, but it was when she turned her own world upside down and kicked her leg around the pole that her eyes locked with those of a young, timid looking fox in a pair of round glasses.

"You don't think I'm new to this kind of thing?" he asked, trying to sound a tick more innocent than he really was...but Artemis wasn't going to fool Imara with lines like that.

She was plenty experienced in her line of work, and just because she hadn't seen the young fox hanging around the club before didn't mean that he was a stranger to other such places in the red light district.

"You're new to my neck of the woods, and I could see a little surprise in your eyes when I picked you...but I like to pick guys that I can tell will really appreciate the things I can do for them in a private room," Imara explained.

At Spots, there was no limit on what a stripper was allowed to do in their own private room, and getting to spend an evening with Imara was said to be like an all-you-can-eat buffet: even if you thought you were satisfied, you were sure to go back for seconds, thirds...and, if you had the stamina, fourths.

"I'm amazed that you could glean so much about me with a single look," Artemis teased. "You're too sharp to be working in a place like this, if that's the case."

"To be able to use my mind and body in tandem the way that I do, there could be no better line of work for me to take," Imara explained. Making sure the fox was never more than a breath away from her backside, she kept her long, feline tail coiled around his hip, even when they finally arrived at her private room, further away from the deafening noise of the main stage. "And by the time we're done here...I think you'll be inclined to agree."

The door swung open before him, but Artemis was so occupied with the tight grip of her garter straps and the sheer, soft purple of her leggings that as his eyes made their way up to her mostly barren backside, he didn't even see the pair of arms that grabbed him and yanked him inside the door.

Imara wasn't the one that was tugging him over and yanking his pants down as they moved him to a chair: instead, the lead cougar was stepping to a mini fridge in the impressively appointed private room and grabbing herself a bottle of wine and a tall, wide glass; she'd worked up quite a thirst from her last performance.

"If you really are new around here, you probably haven't met my understudies...Ralia, Lynee? Would you two do me the biggest favor and make sure that boy is completely stripped down before you pin him to the chair?"

Artemis thought he only had eyes for Imara, and he was still drinking in the long, bourbon colored locks of her hair as she poured herself a glass of wine and looked away; it was as if she was giving herself plausible deniability to whatever her fellow strippers were going to do while she enjoyed her drink.

Even when she did turn around, she could see the unique stripes of color that colored around the chest of the vulpine as his shirt was yanked over his head and his pants were tugged the rest of the way off: the cougar took it as a point of pride that the fox was already partially erect, but being pushed into the chair by the aggressive pair and held in place as he was, his cock was threatening to slap against his own stomach as it hurried along to a full erection.

"Not sure what I would ever do without the two of you," Imara praised her partners in crime, admiring not only their rapid handiwork, but the way they'd pulled Artemis' glasses off and set them down gently in a pile of otherwise disheveled clothing. "And for making such quick work of his skivvies, I'll let the two of you decide if you want to stand by his side and hold his wrists on that chair while I work him out...or if you'd rather tie him down and tend to yourselves in the meantime."

Spots was a strip club that catered to those who enjoyed the feline persuasion, but more than that, it catered to the dancers, themselves: if there was no pleasure to be had with the flesh and the dance, there was no place for one to work there...and Imara was borderline hedonistic in her appreciation of a good, long fuck at the end of an exhausting shift.

Artemis was just lucky enough to capture her eye in the crowd, but now, he she'd captured his body in the seat of a chair; no matter how bashful and hesitant he looked, the eager flow of precum from a throbbing, full cock was telling the only tale she needed to hear.

"This...a-are you sure this kind of thing is really allowed here?" Artemis didn't want to sound so panicked, but it was hard to blame the fox for squirming in place as he watched Imara approach with a glass of wine in one paw, and the front of her panties in the other.

A quick tug revealed how easily the crotch of her garment came away, and with a smirk, she reached out and draped the soaking length of silk across his nose, letting him drown in the arousal of her scent before she mimicked the action with his manhood.

"As long as that door is locked and the cameras are off, I can do whatever I want to you, here," she explained, flipping the script on who was the one that actually got to live out their fantasy. "And a sweet little thing like you should make for one hell of a ride, shouldn't he? I can already see that you're not gonna hold anything back from me..."

He was flustered and shocked: everything was happening to Artemis so fast that he almost didn't recall Imara gulping down the last of her glass before she climbed into his lap, and as silly a detail as it was, he was trying to see where she'd placed it before her knees spread over the outside of his thighs, and the soaking petals of her sex kissed upon the tip of his length.

Kneeling upon his lap and feeling a full, throbbing quiver against her clit, she grinned at her prey for the evening...but she didn't narrow her eyes, just yet.

"I'd be remiss if I didn't give you a last chance to back out," she murmured, wiggling from side to side with dripping anticipation. "But...consent is important, darling."

It was hard for Artemis to do anything more than nod his approval, but with the dripping moisture of her natural arousal still soaking into the bridge of his nose, the fox managed a brief, meek "Y-yes...I...c-consent," as if saying it in such a straightforward way was what the cougar wanted to hear.

She couldn't help giggling at that.

"If you were anymore precious, you'd be a diamond, baby..."

Kissing her petals upon the tip of his drooling length, she eased herself down upon the vulpine's member, swallowing it up with the first few inches of her passage and easing it further and further into herself, until her backside was pressed to his thighs, her breasts were capturing the warmth of his muzzle, and finally, his cock was completely held by a deliciously wet grip.

"Don't worry about holding out for me, foxy. I'm here to enjoy myself, and...t-that means getting you off," Imara explained herself, as the slow roll of her hips carried along. It was less of a proper, up and down thrust, and more of a back and forth roll as she worked the shaft of his length with a host of different, internal clenches. "So whenever it comes...j-just let it come..."

Paws gripped tight upon Artemis' wrists, keeping him pinned to the chair with an organic form of bondage that he hadn't considered before: he worried that nothing else would compare to the pleasure of two ladies holding him down so tightly while a third put the whole of herself into unlocking the bliss of his orgasm.

Adding in the comfort of her full, supple breasts around the side of his face, allowing him to truly embrace the warmth of her scent, addled just slightly by the sweat that gathered under her opened brassier...it was a feast for the senses that he'd gladly savor again, if the cougar would have him.

"And if I'm starting to suffocate you, just...kick your leg."

Her tail, skilled and prehensile, wrapped around his ankle as if it was going to pin it to the chair, but she could feel the quivering of his earthly delights in every motion of her body. His length was doing a wonderful job at hitting her bests spots from the inside, and the weight of it being rolled about by her hips allowed her clit to feel some of that pressure.

The delicate fluff upon his tummy made for an incredible sensation against the hood of the same, and for the first time since he saw her dominant, controlling performance on stage, Artemis caught a single glance of weakness in the moaning cougar.

"You'll have to kick like...like y-you mean it, though," she warned him, as tender sensations filled every word she could find. "Otherwise, I'm not moving from this spot...n-not until I milk every single f-fucking drop of cum from this glorious cock of yours..."

Her demands would not be denied, but Artemis was hardly able to voice how happy he was to help her meet them.

"Mnn...mmhm..." he groaned into her breasts, his voice muffled and his eyes partially lidded as he tried to convey his compliance...but the slow, easy push of his hips back against her own was a better response than any words he could have pushed into her cleavage.

"He's really giving it all he's got, ladies...think I should return the favor?"

Standing on either side of her, Imara stole a kiss from Ralia and Lynee; they were quick, teasing pecks, but those gestures, too, were better answers that any words they could offer.

"I think they like you too, foxy..."

The slow, wobbling roll came to an abrupt end as Imara pushed hard against the lap of the lucky vulpine, pounding herself down into the offered seat and lifting up rapidly, wanting to give the fox in the chair and even the chair itself such a workout that both would be feeling the effects of her actions for the rest of the night.

Below Artemis' backside, there was already a small outline forming of his backside in the cushion, but for the first time since she started working, there was a little discomfort for the fox: the subtle pain of her body coming down upon his with such force, however, only added to the cocktail of enjoyable sensations that the cougar was pouring over his body.

"Getting close?" she asked, her voice hurried and desperate as she soaked his inner thighs with the plentiful excess of her arousal. "Please...p-please tell me you're getting close!"

The deep, unannounced pulse of his cock and the long, thick strand of cum that burst into her womb was enough to give her pause; she settled in place for a moment, wanting to feel the tightened clench of full, vulpine orbs against her backside.

Inner muscles worked around the shaft and milked the seed right out of the fox...but her breasts stayed so tight around his muzzle that his heavenly cries were forced down to little more than stifled groans...though their volume created a wonderful buzz against Imara's chest as she picked up her pace once more.

"Just in time...t-to help me drag out my own climax...I knew y-you were a good boy," she complimented him, moving back from his muzzle just enough to capture his gaze and watch as his lower lip trembled with the weight of his continued release. "Filling me up pretty d-damned full for such a cute little thing, too..."

There was no proper tie to keep the pair stuck together, and thanks to the rigors of a wild ride, excess seed was already spilling out of her stretched folds and joining the mess in the seat of the chair.

Imara didn't seem to mind, but she wasn't going to have to sit in it for too long: she leaned forth to press a kiss between Artemis' ears, before nibbling at the base of the one nearest to Ralia.

"Remember how I said these two were my understudies?" she whispered, letting her fangs dance along the tender velvet of his earlobe. "That means they have to try and emulate my every move with the same level of elegance and skill..."

Artemis shivered with such a deep tremor that his length fell right out of Imara's pleasantly taken womanhood, spilling a final cascade of vulpine yield to the cushion.

"Think you can give them a repeat performance?