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Hey everyone Eric_S here again with the next story. This took me a lot longer than I had originally hoped but I've finally gotten it done. Enjoy everybody and take it easy!

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** Song title** : Rising Disco

Artist : DJ Squash

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Life as a university student had never been easy for me and my friends. I had always been strapped for cash and given how expensive my things for university were, I barely had enough time to study and work in order to pay off my university fees. While most of us decided to do dead end jobs I happened to choose a more... exotic venture to earn some money compared to my friends.

"Goddamn it James you're late! We're expecting a full house tonight and I want to get this damn thing right! I'm paying you to dance in your underwear not waste my time!"

"Yes sir I won't disappoint you sir," I mumble as I follow after the slightly taller coyote in front of me. He wearing nothing more than a singlet and a pair of shorts that covered his tight and firm rump.

"Alright James go get changed then we start sequence 1 on stage in five,"

I sigh as I trudge over to the changing rooms at the back of the building. I had no idea just want being an exotic dancer had in store for me that night.

Now I normally refuse to use the word "stripper" as I am not a slut by any means but it's hard to give that impression when you're prancing about in nothing more than your underwear or a thong at worst. What doesn't help is that as a rabbit everyone sorta expects you to be the type who whores themself out to anyone else they meet. Which is totally false! I've only been caught fucking in the change rooms once since I've been here and that was my boyfriend at the time. So anyway today was a Friday and trust me when I say this that Fridays are the absolute WORST day to be dancing. The place is usually packed meaning that if you stumble or screw a sequence up you are stuffed and a failed sequence means that you don't get paid that night. I've messed up sequences before and it's not a nice feeling when you know that you were responsible for cocking it up. Since I've gotten more experienced though it doesn't happen as much but I still have to turn up to rehearsals if I want to perform.

Putting my bag in my locker I carefully strip then get into something a little more suited for rehearsal. When we would be doing the real performance we'd be wearing things which we could easily strip off so that we'd be in our underwear in seconds but it was often impractical to wear them during practice as they were quite uncomfortable not to mention cold as well.

"About damn time James. You still having problems with the sequence?"

I turn around to find Michael leaning against his locker. The red fox had been really helpful ever since I started working here and he had initially helped me get over my phobia of essentially being naked in public. He was a couple of years older than I was and claimed to know a few trade secrets that some of the even more senior members didn't know about. I have no idea just how he got a hold of said secrets but something tells me that I don't want to know.

"Its part 4, I just can't quite get the timing down. I feel that I'm about a second or so behind everyone else and then that timing sorta influences everything else," I respond as I dump my bag inside of my locker.

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Don't think about it too much, you'll only make the situation worse. Let's just hope that nothing bad happens tonight. Come on the others are waiting,"

I sigh quietly as I follow after him. I subconsciously watch his perky ass swinging back and forth as he leads me to rehearsal. Despite how often I frequent this place half of it still seems foreign to me. I have no means of explaining it but I still feel like a stranger here at times.

When we perform as a group there's usually six of us supporting one main dancer. Otherwise it's usually solo work for the different patrons, depending on who wants who at the time. Still being considered a new guy means that I don't have too many requests which can be a good or bad thing depending on how you look at it. But somebody big has come in and the club wanted to capitalise on his appearance meaning that we're stuck doing group work.

"Okay people I want to get this right, places everyone!"

It's him, the supposed 'star' of our show. Though in my opinion he's just a high strung prick for all I care. He never has anything good to say about anyone, at least from what I've noticed anyway. But then again I never really spoke to him so I wouldn't know. He was good looking I'll give him that, a gorgeous wolf boy who looked younger than he really was. I swear he's in his mid thirties even though he seems to claim otherwise. Getting into position on the right end of the group I prepare myself for rehearsal.

"Okay five, six, seven, eight and crouch! Riiiiiiiiise and strut!..."

I'm only half listening to what he's saying as I've basically committed this part of the dance to memory. It's not until later that I have a little trouble keeping up.

By the time we're about to start section 3, my heart is already starting to race and I could feel some of the sweat start to trickle down my neck. There are two more components after this section and it's usually by part four that I start having trouble keeping up.

"Okay and hustle, hustle, hustle! Split, slide and regroup!"

I can tell the others are starting to feel the pressure as well as Ryan, one of the newest additions to our group is already panting from the exertion. I can feel the intensity of the dance getting to me now, the high intensity starting to put a little strain on my muscles.

"Shuffle, shuffle, thrust and flex! Grab and thrust, pose and provoke!"

My mind wanders a little as I start to wonder how I'm going to do my solo performance afterwards. My boss was reluctant to let me do my own solo dance around a pole but she relented when she discovered that one of the more regular dancers couldn't come in tonight. My plans for that would have also been quite energetic which could cause problems later on if I'm this tired after the group dance.

"Okay stop! Stop! Alright everyone take five to catch your breath. James is it? A word please,"

I snap back to reality with a jolt as my name is called out. I could feel everyone staring at me as they walk off the stage, presumably for a glass of water. Wiping the sweat from my brow with my arm I stumble off the stage and stretch a little as I see our lead approach me.

"James I need to have a few words with you," he says as I gulp down water greedily from my bottle. I can already tell where this conversation is going and I don't look forward to the reprimanding I'll be receiving.

"I've noticed you're having some trouble keeping up with the others especially near the end part. I would just like to know why you seem to be having problems," he asks

His tone of voice surprises me. I'm expecting him to be yelling at me by this point given his gruffness with the others. Yet he's gentle with his tone, almost like as if in casual conversation. To think he was barking at us like a drill sergeant just minutes earlier.

"I just can't move fast enough after everything else," I tell him. I can't bear to look him in the face at this point in time. There's something about him that just scares me a little to be honest.

"Are you sure you cannot keep up? Or is something holding you back? You have the potential I know. I want to see you perform to the best of your ability. It's the same with Ryan as well. The both of you are the youngest in this place yet I feel that you are holding back. If you want to go anywhere you have to learn to immerse yourself fully into the music and to fully embrace its energy as your own,"

I bite my lip anxiously as I watch his tail flick back and forth. It's the same kind of thing Michael keeps telling me and it has been improving over time I guess. Still need to work a lot on it though.

"I've been trying but I guess I still haven't broken that barrier yet," I mumble. I don't know if he's listening or if he cares at this point as he goes off, presumably to talk to Ryan.

"So... what'd he say?"

I turn around at the sound of Michael's voice, a thin layer of sweat having formed across the length of his forehead. I turn back and stretch some of my muscles.

"That I wasn't concentrating enough on the music. Said something about relying on the music to give me energy or some crap like that," I mutter. I feel his paw come to rest gently on my shoulder. The reassuring gesture does little to appease however as I notice the others getting back on the stage, preparing for another practice session.

"We'd better go," I tell him, "I don't want to stuff this up,"

"Here take this... I know the boss doesn't like us taking energy drinks but you're gonna need it. Maybe it'll help you do something,"

I look at Michael and the can of Dark Energy which he's holding in one of his paws. Our employer had a very strict policy of us not taking energy drinks when we were performing, same thing with alcohol now that I think about it. Said something along the lines that it actually hindered our performance rather than helped it and I am apt to agree with those sentiments, though at times I feel so drained that I need a little pick me up between dances. Looking around cautiously I snatch the can out of Michael's paw and down the drink as quickly as possible. I'm not overly fond of the taste but I'll be willing to try anything that can give me an edge at the moment.

"Come on let's go!"

"Okay from the top, five, six, seven eight..."

The rest of rehearsal goes off without a hitch and I somehow manage to keep up with the performance throughout the entire routine. Ryan also manages to do so but only just barely and after we're done I watch him slump in a chair, massaging his muscles as he takes one deep breath after another. The dingo had a distinctive feminine figure and the fact that he had so much endurance locked away in his muscles did surprise me.

"That's much better James... can you pull it off tonight?"

I turn around to hear the sound of our lead talking once more. There's a light covering of sweat over his body and as it glistened all over his fur I couldn't help but check out his body from the sculptured chest down to his toned cyclist legs.

"I um... I guess so," I babble, hoping that he didn't notice me checking him out. I shifted a little in an attempt to hide the growing embarrassment in my shorts, I wasn't even sure if the guy was straight or not and getting caught with a boner after looking at him isn't something I wanted to happen.

"Well if you ever need to relieve some 'anxiety' you know where my dressing room is," he smirks, giving my rump a quick smack with an open paw making me yip with surprise.

"He totally wants you bro... go for it,"

I look down and give Ryan a dirty look. He's got this cheesy smile on his face which I would certainly have loved to stuff my cock into if he wasn't straight. He's a smug bastard that needs to learn his place at times but I wouldn't be the one to do it unfortunately. I've heard stories about my boss... putting dancers in their place when they got too big for their boots per se. I don't know what happens but I don't really want to know either. Something about being made into a bitch for her amusement or something I think.

"Yeah you'd like to see that wouldn't you ya horny slut? What not getting enough of it at home?" I smirk. I mean nothing malicious by it of course; I can tell that he likes being talked down to at times.

"You wish mate! I crave cock like a vegetarian craves a steak," he laughs as he stretches out his body and takes another swig from his bottle. I'm about to come back with a witty remark when Michael quickly reminds me that I was going to show him my routine for my solo performance that night.

"Hey save some energy for the fuckfest you're gonna be in later!" Ryan laughs as Michael tugs on my arm a little. I give him the finger as I'm led away into one of the smaller areas with singular poles in small booths.

"So what did he say to you?" Michael asked as I got up and prepared myself for my routine.

"Who said to what to me?" I asked puzzled.

"You know... bossy boots wolf boy. As much as I've put up with him he feels like he's overstepping a few lines every now and then,"

As I start on my routine I briefly think of that brief line that he said to me before he departed to his dressing room.

"Well if you ever need to relieve some 'anxiety' you know where my dressing room is,"

His young and sultry voice echoes in my mind and interrupts my concentration, causing me to whack my head against the metal pole. A little stunned by the impact I stumble and fall into the arms of the fox watching me. Thankfully I'm not overly heavy so Michael manages to hold me up quite easily.

"Woah easy there mate, you alright?" he asks as he examines my head for any potential lumps. I squirm a little in his firm grip, batting away his paws in a playful manner.

"I'm fine okay! Just got distracted a little... he told me that if I needed to relieve any 'anxiety' or whatever that I should just go see him," I respond, "though he did emphasize the word anxiety quite a bit,"

Michael gives me an odd look before smiling slightly. Call it naivety but I actually had no idea just what to make out of it at the time.

"Maybe you should take him up on that offer... may explain just why he's been acting like such a douche towards us,"

Michael gives my head a quick lick before I manage to shove him away and climb back onto the table.

"If you say so... though I doubt it'll be anything more than maybe a massage or something," I say before starting up again and trying not to focus too much on the mild throbbing of my head.

"Trust me a distracted dancer is a poor dancer. Take my word for it,"

I manage to get through my single routine without too many issues but doing it in front of a colleague is always different to a real audience.

"It's good, could use a little more work but it should be fine. If you do exceptionally well you may even get a few tips as well,"

My cheeks flush slightly as Michael leads me back out to the main area. His firm but reassuring grip on my shoulders helps to calm the growing jitteriness that's been building up in my mind and I mull over his suggestion to go meet the lead in his dressing room.

"Hey James listen, go see the lead, talk to him, get a massage, fuck him, whatever he wants then go take a shower and we'll head out for dinner before starting work yeah?"

I'm not really listening to what Michael's saying to me at this point and I give a short grunt of approval as I continue to daydream. As I made my way to our leads door I hesitate slightly as I reach for the knob.

"I should knock first right?" I ask myself as I reached up to knock on the door. Just as I'm about to knock I hear a muffled moan coming from the other side of the door. I timidly looked around, hoping that nobody else noticed before I cautiously knock.

"Come in already!" barked the voice before another muffled moan quickly met my ears. With a visibly shaking paw I reach for the knob and carefully turn it. Pushing forward I enter with my back facing the room, more than a little worried about just what I was getting myself into.

The sight which greeted me both shocked and stunned me at the same time. I had never seen anyone give themself a blowjob before so I can't help but stare at the incredible show of flexibility in front of me. The naked wolf was all curled up on the floor of the dressing room and I couldn't help but check out the lithe figure from the tips of his grey ears down to his feet. The sight of his hard, turgid cock and the scent of masculinity in the air is more than enough to get a small rise out of me and I lean back against the door as he uncurls himself and slowly approaches me.

"I was starting to wonder just what had become of you. Need some 'stress relief' do we?" he smirks. He's pressing himself firmly against me as I inhale the musky aroma that's emanating from him in waves. It inflames my senses with a sensation that I haven't felt since my first boyfriend and I feel myself slowly harden as I notice his cock starting to leak a little pre onto my leg.

"I um... yeah... I... I guess you could say that," I babble, hoping that he doesn't notice the more than visible lump that's holding my erect member at bay.

"Aww is a little rabbit a too distracted for his own good that he needs to calm down a little hmm?"

While not normally one to get off on being spoken down to like this but the fact that he is cute is more than enough reason to make me feel otherwise.

"Oh and what is this? Do you have something here you're not telling me about?" he smirks as he reaches down and gently cups my ballsack with a paw. I squirm slightly as he gives it a gentle squeeze, letting out a quiet gasp in the process. He smiles evilly as his paw slips past my shorts and into my underwear. Grasping my cock firmly with his paw he strokes up and down a few times before stopping, feeling it pulse gently in his grip.

"You gotta let yourself go man. You're too tense... let me help you out with that. I don't like my co-performers being stressed out,"

I'm about to voice my protestations but in one deft movement he quickly pulls down my shorts and my underwear, exposing my hard bunny cock to the cold air. I stare down as it pulses in time with my heart and I let out a soft gasp as his warm, gentle fingertips dance along the entirety of my length, working it expertly with little more than simple exquisite touches. I stare up at the ceiling for a brief moment, trying to concentrate on one sensation after another when the warm, wet touch of a tongue sliding along the underside of my member makes me gasp in surprise. Squinting down at the wolf kneeling in front of me, my breathing deepens as his tongue slowly explores my cock. The light but firm touch dances from one side of my member to another, snaking left and right, up and down as he cups my balls with a paw. He massages them carefully with his palm as he pulls off of my member, slick with saliva as it glistens slightly in the lighting.

"Didja like that?" he smirks as he licks a couple of the fingers on his right paw.

"Yeah that was good," I murmur, trying to maintain my composure despite the temptation to paint his face with my cum. My shaft throbs next to his muzzle as I notice him smiling again.

"Well then let's see if we can loosen you up a little more then,"

I'm about to protest but as his warm maw engulfs my turgid cock, I instinctively thrust my hips forward, allowing him to slip his moistened fingers up against my tailhole. He murmurs something around my shaft, the vibrations of his tongue making me shiver slightly as he starts to run his fingers in circles around me pert hole. I rest a paw on top of his head, using it to gently guide him as he slides his lips along the entire length of my shaft. I can tell that he's done this sort of thing before as he carefully laps at every single sensitive spot before circling around the head a few times. Some pre oozes out of the tip as he pulls off, exposing my schlong to the cold air as he licks it off from the tip of my member. I let out a gasp as his fingers slowly push their way inside of me, shutting my eyes tightly as one finger, followed after another started to slowly stretch and relax my ass for something much larger in the near future.

"Good... good," he snickers as holds the bottom half of my cock with his spare paw and starts to gently suck and lick the head. I grit my teeth in frustration as he gives my shaft a long and slow lick from the base to the tip, knowing all too well that this would annoy me greatly. He's stopped stretching my ass now with his fingers and instead is using them to finger fuck me, pumping them in and out as I clench down on them, squeezing them tightly. Unable to contain myself any longer I push down firmly on his head, reminding him to finish what he had already started, some more pre oozing out of the tip of my shaft. He gets the message thankfully and easily swallows the uncovered sections of my throbbing cock, the sensation of warmth once again inflaming my senses as I thrust my hips against him, trying to get more of it into his hot and slick maw. As he starts to bob his head on my cock I cannot help but twitch slightly as a finger finds the sweet spot inside of me, gently massaging it as I let out a long moan of lust. I needed something in there, preferably something bigger than what I currently had inside of me. My knees buckle slightly as he starts to apply a little suction, sucking on the head, then the shaft as he his tongue moves from the bottom of my cock to the top, rolling it around as I pump myself in and out of his maw. A little more pre oozes out of the tip of my cock as I ram myself down as far as I can go, the warm sensation that was currently engulfing my crotch quickly pushing me closer and closer to my orgasm. His tongue wriggles back and forth along my sensitive shaft as he sucks on it forcefully, milking my cock for whatever pre he can. Just as I'm about to reach the point of no return, he quickly pulls of my throbbing dick and withdraws his fingers from my ass.

"Not so fast my horny dancer... I've gotta have some fun with you as well," he laughs. I'm whining a little about not getting off at this point but I'm quickly silenced as he grabs a hold of me and throws me to the floor. Landing with a soft thud I wince slightly as I come into contact with the ground face first.

"It's my turn now," he continues as he ruffles around in a nearby drawer.

Just as I'm about to pick myself up off the floor, he quickly pounces and holds me down with all of his weight. All of those well toned and structured muscles granting him a strength I had not expected. He relieves me of my shorts and my underwear, exposing my ass to the cool air as he rubs his cock in between my ass cheeks.

"Just relax and I'll make this nice for the both of us," he smirks as I hear the sound of a bottle being opened. Glancing back behind me for a brief moment, I stare at the thick wolf cock that was currently being coated with what I assumed to be lube. His paw slowly coats the entire length of his shaft with the glistening liquid and I breathe slowly as I simply stare at the size of it, watching as he runs his paw up and down in front of me. Pouring a little more over his fingers and over the crack of my ass, he soon wriggles his fingers back inside of me, spreading the cold lube around, making me shiver slightly with anticipation and desire. As he runs his fingertips over my prostate, I grit my teeth as he rubs it gently a few times before pulling his fingers out. Nudging the tip of his cock against my tailhole I let out a soft gasp as he slowly pushes forward, inching the tip of his wolf cock inside of me until the head pushes past my tight hole. Then without any word of warning, he slams himself into the hilt, his hips crashing into mine and forcing a whine of pain out of me. I was thankful for the copious amount of lube that was currently spread inside of me, making it less painful than it could have been as I reflexively squeeze his hot and throbbing wolf cock.

"Just relax boy, you're tensing up again," he says soothingly as he leans over my back and nibbles gently on my neck. As I slowly get used to his size, I release my tight grip on his member and he starts to slowly withdraw before pushing himself in again, making me take his entire length with every slow and deliberate thrust. I let out a soft moan as he grips my dick firmly with a paw and starts to stroke in time with his thrusts. He grunts a little as he starts to pick up the pace, his long drawn out thrusts slowly becoming shorter and more rapid. I bite my lip to prevent myself from screaming out loud in joy as his hips slam against mine, his cock pushing in as deeply as it could with every pounding thrust of his hips. My ass grips his member tightly as it rubs back and forth across my prostate, pushing me back up to my high that I was experiencing earlier.

"Yeah take it you subby little bitch," he growls as he continues to fuck me relentlessly, his knot slowly forming and nudging against my tailhole with every thrust. I tense up slightly as I realize that he's starting to slow down, unsure of just what he intends to do. As I swivel my head back he pushes my chest firmly to the floor, making me grunt slightly as he pulls out of me entirely, the sudden feeling of emptiness making me whine slightly.

"Hey why'd you stop?" I ask, effectively demanding that he finish what he started.

"Patience bunny boy," he laughs as he pours a little lube over his cock, "Wouldn't want this to hurt too much,"

Realigning himself with my ass, he thrusts in all the way without any effort. He pauses slightly as his knot nudges against my stretched hole and it's at this time that I realize just what he has in mind.

"Oh no! Not the knot! Not the knot! Not the knot!" my mind yells as I feel it pressing against me more firmly than ever. I grit my teeth and tense up automatically as the sensation of something large entering me starts to intensify.

"Yes... take it," he smirks as he slowly but surely inches himself in further. I let out a loud squeak of pain and surprise as the entirety of his knot pushes into me in one slick movement. I shut my eyes tightly as he humps my ass, threatening to pull the knot out of me with every single movement that he makes. My body trembles a little as he starts to stroke my cock with wild abandon, squeezing it tightly as his fingers dance expertly from the bottom to the top within seconds of each other. It almost feels like his paws are everywhere at once as my member pulses in his firm grip. As he nibbles on my neck my will finally gives way under the constant stimulation and my orgasm hits me hard, making me shake as the pleasurable sensation courses through the entirety of my body. My cum spurts out all over the floor below me, coating his paw as well as splashing over the insides of my legs a little. I tighten up and give the cock in my ass a good squeeze as the sensations short circuit my brain. He lets out a long growl as he soon hits his own peak, shooting his hot and sticky cum deep inside of me. I let out a moan of satisfaction as I feel his wolfy seed get injected deep inside of me. He collapses on top of me, panting heavily from his exertion as I barely have the strength to hold the both of us up over the floor. Carefully rotating himself, he flips me onto my back and touches his nose to mine with a gentle smile on his face.

"So how was that?" he asks, licking my nose a few times as I wrap my arms and legs around his body.

"That... that was awesome," I utter, still giddy from the tingling sensations that were still coursing up and down my spine. He lets out a soft murr as he rubs his muzzle against my face a few times before settling.

"Just remember that you won't perform at your best if you're stressed in any way. What I have shown you is but one way of relieving your performance anxiety. Just chill and stay calm and you'll be fine," he murmurs. I'm only really half listening at this point but I duly take note of what he has to say regardless.

"So how long are you gonna be stuck inside of me?" I ask teasingly, letting him lick my face this time. He chuckles slightly as he runs a finger down the side of my face.

"All depends on how tight your ass remains I guess cutie," he laughs.

When he manages to pull himself free, the first sensation I have is one of relief as some of the wolf's cum dribbles out of my used hole. The low moan I let out as he pulls out makes me shiver slightly as I groggily look around for my shorts. As he gets up and walks over to his dresser I finally find it discarded next to the door I had entered. Stumbling over to pick it up, cum sliding down the inside of my leg, I look back and notice him taking a few items of clothing out of the closet.

"Now take care out there James. Take it easy okay. Casuals like you will get thrown out the moment you're deemed not pretty enough so you'd better stay pretty or else say goodbye to your time here," he smirks before continuing about his business like I never existed. I mumble something incoherently at him as I take my leave, slipping on my shorts before heading to my locker to take out my towel so I could have a quick wash.

While I take a shower to wash away any lingering aromas and to clean myself out I'm having a few mixed emotions over why I was working here again. Our lead did have a good point in saying that I shouldn't keep my hopes up that I'll stay on for much longer. To be honest I do sort of enjoy myself working here as it also helps me keep in shape while I earn some cash. I'm just happy that nobody I know happens to have any knowledge of my work here. I don't think I could bear with the consequences. Reaching back with a paw I slip a finger into my tailhole and I can still feel some of the wolf's sticky cum clinging to my insides. Uttering a few curses under my breath I carefully take the time to clean myself out carefully, cursing my inability to say no. Not that I didn't enjoy it, quite the opposite in fact and to be honest I do feel a little less stressed compared to earlier that day. While not something I would have liked to indulge in too often it makes a nice change of pace from the quiet music I normally listen to when I try to relax.

After drying myself off and wearing something presentable out, I feel a little bad for keeping Michael waiting for so long.

"Come on mate. We got two hours before we're on stage and you know how the boss always wants us to warm up first. There's a good pasta place nearby which we can swing by if that's alright with you,"

As I walk silently behind the fox out the front doors I cannot help but think back to what had transpired just over an hour ago. The thought of that thick, pulsing cock plunging deep into my ass as I was being held down by somebody just over half my size played once again in my mind, making me squirm slightly as the fox in front of me gestured to sit down.

"So what happened?"

I look up briefly from the menu to see Michael staring intently at me. It was a little unnerving to say the least but I was more focused on the growling of my stomach than to interpreting what he was saying.

"What happened?" I asked dumbly as I look back down at the menu for something that I'd like and wouldn't be too heavy.

"You know... your 'relaxation' session you had," he presses. As a waiter quickly came to take our order I look around briefly in case there happened to be any eavesdroppers listening in. Not that anybody would have cared of course, everyone else were too engrossed in their own conversations to be worried about ours.

"Well what do you think happened?" I respond. He gives this a brief moment of thought before answering with the smuggest look on his face as he says it.

"You fucked him didn't you?"

I'm overwhelmed by an intense sensation of surprise and the expression on my face must have said wonders as he chuckles quietly while our food is placed in front of us.

"But... but how did you..." I start. He quickly silences me with a flick of his wrist before answering me.

"Come on James seriously what did you honestly think he meant by 'relieving anxiety'? I saw him give your tight bunny butt a slap. That should have at least keyed you in,"

As our plates are set down in front of us, I think back to earlier this afternoon to the specific event in question. In hindsight I guess it does sorta make sense. Poking something with a fork, I start to eat without another word while starting to feel a little self-conscious about being caught out so easily. It was almost just as bad as that other time I was caught making out with someone in the changing rooms.

"So how big was he then?"

I choke on the pasta in my mouth briefly before he whacks me on the back a few times to help me dislodge it.

"What was that?" I ask in between my gasps.

"You know... was he this big? How about this big?"

I watch dumbfounded as the fox in front of me starts making crude estimations with his paws.

"Dude come on... we're out in public man," I mumble quietly.

He smiles at me with a look I haven't seen in a while. If there's one thing I will give him is that he never seems to get embarrassed even while out in public.

"Never stopped you before, you're just as much of a fag as I am, how different is it if I ask you here or in the club?"

He's got me there and as reluctant as I am to do so, I make a crude estimate of how big our lead was, knot included. I can tell Michael was surprised judging from how much his eyes widened and I couldn't help but snicker at the thought that the more lightly built wolf was probably bigger than he was.

"And fuck was he thick... and so much cum," I mutter, the thoughts of him pounding my backside trickling back into my mind.

"Okay I get the picture now... sonofabitch... bastard's well hung I'll give him that,"

Keeping a straight face can be hard for me at times and it certainly was a struggle to keep one on for the duration of our meal before walking back. Luckily I managed to distract Michael enough about his single routine for that night to avoid going back over the topic again. If anything it only tells me how simplistic my own is and that if I really wanted to be up there I would have to start ramping it up with more daring manoeuvres.

By the time we got back we had about half an hour to warm up before we were to be on stage. While I would have preferred to have a bit longer I was still a little nervous to be strictly honest. It was 8:30 by the time we got back and people were already starting to stream in. It was usually the youngsters who came in earlier, the early to mid twenties mostly, so those about my age. Though to be fair chances were they were here for the alcohol and not for the guys who would be parading themselves in less than an hour. Slipping past the bouncer outside I was quickly herded backstage where I already saw the other dancers already starting to change and doing their warm ups. Taking out my change of clothes from my locker I strip off and start to change, starting with the deep blue thong followed by the revealing shorts and shirt. Just as I'm starting on my stretches our lead comes in looking rather formally dressed though I'm almost certain that he's only going to be wearing it for less than a minute before throwing it aside.

"Alright guys this is the big one so I don't want any stuff ups. Stay in formation and keep to the beat. If you all do it right you'll get a bonus from me after we're done okay?"

Everyone, including myself, begrudgingly agrees and as he turns tail and walks out, I notice that his trousers are actually backless and he's giving everyone in the changing rooms a nice show of his tight, furry ass.

"Man I heard somebody fucking him this afternoon in his dressing room. Wonder which lucky bastard got to screw his twinky ass," I heard somebody mutter quietly. I start to feel a little self conscious as he wasn't the one being fucked but rather the one doing the fucking. As I finalize my last few stretches I glance up at the clock.

"8:50... showtime I guess," I mutter to myself as I follow out after everyone else. Judging from the amount of noise I can tell that we're quite full already and I shift uncomfortably in the tight clothing.

"Easy there bunny... take deep breaths and relax," Michael whispers into my ear as he gently massages my shoulders. I let out a quick sigh as I look at the other dancers while we waited for our cue. Peeking out from behind the curtain I can already see that our lead has the large crowd entranced with his prancing about in essentially nothing but a thong. If he had the chance to go completely naked I don't think he would have objected to it.

"Right there's our cue... let's move,"

As we made our way out I'm more than surprised to see the massive turnout. Under normal circumstances we never see this many people here at any given time. There was no doubt why people had suddenly come down here. It was slightly unnerving though as we started up into our group routine to suddenly have so many sets of eyes watching you. Putting the disturbing thought to the back of my mind I manage to pull off the routine without any major issues, stripping off at the appropriate moments and making provocative gestures at others much to the delight of the crowd. It was an odd sense of euphoria to be honest that I don't remember having before yet I was feeling giddy with excitement by the time we were only in our thongs. The heat that was emanating from the lights above us was not helping as rivulets of sweat ran down my body, making my fur glisten slightly as we pranced back and forth. My heart raced to keep up as we finished the sequence just a few minutes after we had started to the intense applause of the crowd. I glance over to my left to find Michael in front of me also panting a little from the sudden exertion though not to the same extent that I was. I put it down merely to more experience and the fox having better cardio as we slink off backstage where a few of us slump in the nearby chairs, guzzling water like there was no tomorrow. Our lead on the other hand flounces in as if the dance was nothing more than just some light exercise for him. As he wiped away the sweat covering his body with a towel he's quick to congratulate everyone on a job well done. "Especially you James... I see that seeing you today did you some good,"

I feel a little self-conscious as I can tell everyone is staring at me. There was no doubt that some of them would be wondering what I was doing with him earlier today.

"Anyway I'm keeping true to my promise and giving each one of you a personal tip. Go see your boss after hours to get it. Now if you'll excuse me I've got some things to do,"

As he leaves I can hear some of the others grumbling about him a little.

"What... an... asshole,"

"I certainly hope he catches something,"

The fact that nobody had thought that it was me who had seem him that afternoon is a little reassuring but I didn't dare to add to the comments lest I made it obvious just what I had been doing

After making my excuses I pad off through the dark, cooling corridors and make my way back to the changing rooms. I really needed a cold shower at this point and as I strip off what little I have still on I step into one of the shower cubicles before turning on the tap. The cooling water felt incredible as I stood underneath it while it washed away the perspiration that clung to my body. Although some of the others often didn't bother with showering immediately after a performance I cannot stand the thought of dried sweat sticking to my body. Lathering up my fur with the soap in the dispenser attached to the wall, the sound of footsteps makes my ears twitch slightly. Not that I'm disturbed by the presence of somebody else showering but when I heard the sound of the door behind me opening I reflexively lashed out almost giving Michael what would have probably been a painful kick to the balls.

"Woah easy there boy it's just me... just wanted to check up on you and all," he responds, his face contorted slightly in a shocked expression as I lower my leg before turning back to the stream of water pounding on my head.

"I'm... alright I guess. Just needed to cool off a little," I mutter as I rinse the lather out of my fur.

"Just as long as you're alright for tonight's performance is all. The boss wants everyone up in about 15 minutes,"

I give him a quick nod as I turn off the tap and reach for a towel. Quickly drying myself off I apply some cologne to my fur before taking out my clothes for my solo performance. I had always felt really slutty whenever I wore my mesh shirt and today wasn't any different despite what I had been doing earlier that day. Slipping the thong back on underneath a pair of shorts I marched back out and towards the pole which I had been designated for the night. Looking through the rather thick crowd I managed to spot some of the regulars that normally came here on Friday evenings. Most of them were easily in their mid to late twenties or even early thirties and had probably frequented here for a long time, even before I had started, meaning that they would have been more interested in the more older and experienced dancers. That wasn't to say that I didn't get a few looks myself. I always had this odd feeling of exhilaration as I made my way to the designated pole, noting that I'm making a few heads turn as I sway my hips provocatively. Being new on the line up for solo dancers had meant that I would have to attract attention to myself in order to get people interested. Clambering on top of the large table I start my routine without giving it another thought, hoping that I gather enough attention to hopefully get a few tips.

As I go about my routine I absent mindedly scanned the current population of the club. There were a lot more females here than normal which was kind of surprising so I'm guessing a hen's night or something. Even though I'm getting a few looks most of the attention is directed at the star of the show and the other regulars that are dancing in various parts of the club. Not that I mind though, less attention means less pressure in case I do make a slip up. Gazing back at the wolf that's currently getting shouts of encouragement at the moment I think back once more to our encounter that afternoon. I'm more than certain that I can see a slight bulge in the front of his thong and thought of his canine cock drilling into my backside made me twitch slightly. Now I normally don't get a hard on while performing so I'm more than a little surprised that I was getting hard all of a sudden. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing though. Our boss had actually told us that if for whatever reason we did get it up to use it to our advantage.

"People like to see a nice bulge so if you got it flaunt it!"

Not giving my crotch another thought, I manage to spot a gorgeous skunk slowly threading his way through the large crowd. His white button down shirt and black trousers making him stand out amongst a number of the other patrons who seemed to be dressed less formally than he was. I feel my cheeks flush slightly as he takes a seat right in front of me as he looks up with a rather neutral expression on his face. Swaying my hips seductively I can tell that he's currently looking at the bulge in my thong and then slowly working his way up my body, the thin rimmed glasses sitting atop his muzzle adding an aura of intelligence to his bleached white hair. Yet he seemed unhappy for some reason. I watch as he takes out his wallet and holds up a fifty dollar note before waving it at me. Taking the hint I kneel down in front of him and reveal myself, pulling open my thong so he sees everything. My cock throbs slightly as he looks at it before a small smile breaks out on his face. The thrill I'm getting from him looking at me is sending my mind into overdrive as I stash the note away.

"Drink after I'm done?" I ask as I stand up again to finish my routine. He nods once and I flash him a quick grin before giving him a good show of my ass.

As the song ends I notice that he's the only real one paying any form of attention to me and as I hop off the table I see him getting up from his seat and stretching a little.

"Lemme cool off a bit first. I'll be back in a moment," I tell him as I quickly scamper off to refresh myself.

"Tonight is turning out better than expected," I think gleefully to myself as I reach my locker and take out something a little less slutty. There was no real time for a proper shower so I quickly rinsed myself off and applied some more cologne before donning the thong once more and the change of clothes. I'm more than sure that he's interested in a private dance at this point and I'm more than willing to oblige. The skunk is still waiting by the table patiently with a smile on his muzzle as I walk up to him and say hello.

"My aren't you a little young to be dancing up a storm like this?" he asks in a soothing baritone.

"Whatever pays the bills. Uni aint cheap and I do what it takes to get my fees paid. And besides it's fun," I teasingly respond as I lead him over to the bar where a raccoon is serving drinks left right and centre like a pro, "Not something I'd like people to know but it keeps me in shape and is a nice distraction from studying,"

Waving the raccoon over, I look over at the skunk as he's reaches for his wallet.

"What'll you be having kid... round's on me," he says as he slaps down a note on the counter, "Vodka shot and one of whatever the kid wants,"

I am a little surprised at his generosity as I was expecting to have my drink stuck on my tab which is pretty empty at this point in time.

"Long Island ice Tea please," I respond without thinking, taking a seat on one of the chairs while he sits on another.

"So what do you do for a living then?" I ask him. He lets out a quiet sigh as he downs the shot and taps on the counter.

"I lecture at universities. Start a new job next week and I want to enjoy myself before I start," he responds as he looks at me intently with his steely cold grey eyes.

"By spending your time in a gay stripclub? Seems like an odd way to enjoy yourself... not that there's anything wrong with that," I answer as I try to avoid his incessant gaze.

"Hey I'm here by choice. Nothing was stopping me from drinking at home. I'd just like to have some additional 'entertainment' is all,"

I sip my drink thoughtfully as he downs his second shot before asking for a third. I'm starting to wonder about whether or not a private dance would lead to things afterwards. If he's willing to pay then I guess I'd be a little more open to suggestion.

"What about you? You mentioned uni, what are you studying?"

As I rattle on about what I'm studying and my reasons for doing it I notice that he's suddenly become a lot more interested in me. It was almost as if he knew something that I didn't. I didn't give it much thought as we continued to talk for a good hour on various topics such as interests, movies, books, music and the like and I'm not even aware of the time until I glance up at the clock on the wall.

"So um... you seem like a fun loving type... want a private performance?" I ask as I finish my drink. Somehow he still seems relatively sober and he promptly agrees as I hop off the stool and lead him to the private rooms, swaying my hips seductively as I do so. I can feel a paw grasp my butt firmly and I flash the skunk a quick smile as I open the door to one of the private rooms and gesture for him to enter.

The private entertainment rooms at the back of the complex are a relatively simple affair. A plush chair, a few other cushioned benches and mirrors adorning every wall and the ceiling. The plush carpeting muffles the sound of his footsteps as he sits down in the chair while I close the door and lock it. Never having actually done a personal lap dance before, I'm more than a little nervous as he looks at me expectantly.

"I'm sorry I've never done this kind of thing before is all," I say as I stand in front of him, watching as he studies my figure from the tips of my ears down to my feet.

"Its okay mate, go at your own pace," he responds as he leans back and waits for me to make the first move. Looking over at a small set of controls over on an adjacent wall, I walk over and peer at the control knobs, sticking my butt out in the process. I've only ever been in these rooms once before and that was only a brief moment where they were showing me around. They did however make me take notice of a very special set of items which was to be used in this particular room only. Twisting one of the knobs, I take note of the lighting becoming dimmer and I stop when it is to my liking, dark enough to restrict some vision but more than enough to see. Turning one of the other knobs I hear the music from the DJ start to filter in through the hidden speakers of the room. My heart starts to beat in time with the pounding base line of the techno as I keep it at a reasonable level before strutting my way back in front of the skunk that is patiently waiting with a small smile on his muzzle, his features barely distinguishable in the dimness of the room.

"Thanks for waiting," I tell him as I stretch out seductively in front of him, giving him a good show of my body and my rump.

"It's cool mate... say... does this club enforce a strict no touching rule?" he asks as I strike a few different poses in time with the music.

"Only in the main club... here... everything is fair game," I smirk as I inch myself back towards him. I can tell that this has got him more interested now as he reaches and grips my ass firmly with a paw. I wiggle back and forth a little as I start to grind up against him in the chair. He chuckles slightly as I swivel my ass in circles over his crotch. I'm more than certain that I can feel a slight bulge starting to form as a result of my ministrations.

"You like that?" I ask, turning my head and flashing him a smile. He doesn't answer, not that I'm expecting him to at this point as I turn around and straddle his crotch. I'm still sporting a hard on at this point and I pull open my shorts and my thong, letting him take another look at my hard bunny cock. He catches me by surprise though as he reaches in with a paw and runs it over the entirety of my shaft, stroking it slowly. I let out a soft sigh as he plays with me teasingly, now noting the rather prominent bulge that was currently pressing itself against me.

"Well that was certainly a lot quicker than I had expected," I thought to myself as I reached down with a paw to fondle the skunk's ballsack. Kneading it cautiously with my paw, I trail it up, feeling the bulge and squeezing it gently. I smile slightly as he grunts softly, teasing him slightly as I slide my ass up and down along his bulging shaft.

"Would you like a um... 'special' massage?" I giggle, "You must be so pent up right now,"

I'm a little surprised at myself considering how slutty that just sounded which isn't normally me. Though in all honesty considering what had happened earlier that day? Perhaps it would just be a once off. We had always been told that if we were to use this room for such 'purposes' that we would always refer to them as 'massages'. Probably so that the club wouldn't have to deal with potential liability, not that it really meant anything as anybody with half a brain would know what we meant anyway. He gives me a quizzical look for a few moments before getting a small smirk on his muzzle.

"What are you charging baby?" he asks, reaching for his wallet.

"50 for a pawjob, 100 for head and 200 for this," I respond, moving his free paw over to my ass which he squeezes tightly. I'm not entirely sure of the prices that I'm meant to be charging so I'm plucking a random number out of my head that sounds reasonable. Not that he's complaining of course as he pulls out a set of four crisp fifty dollar notes which he then stuffs into the waistband of my thong without hesitation.

"Show me what you can do," he smiles, easing me out of my shorts in the process.

Sliding down between his legs, I undo the zip on his trousers and pull down his underwear, revealing his hard, black skunk cock. I grip it gently with a paw and give it a few strokes before smiling up at him. Giving the underside a long and teasing lick he lets out a soft moan as he leans back, starting to enjoy the attention that I'm providing. Without a second thought, I immediately take half of his engorged shaft into my maw, flicking my tongue against the head as a little pre oozes out of the tip. He lets out a soft moan as he rests a paw on the back of my head, hinting at me as to what he wants. Still being somewhat inexperienced at this, I'm more than a little hesitant but regardless I start to slowly bob my head up and down along his pulsing shaft, slowly taking in one inch after another. I stop the moment I feel his cock start to prod at the back of my throat, letting myself get used to his size before withdrawing a little to take a breath of air. Some more pre oozes out of the tip and I barely notice it as he gently pushes my head back down again. Applying some suction now, I hear him let out a soft grunt as he pushes his hips up gently into my maw. Sucking the pre off the tip of his cock, I bob my head with an intense fervour, taking as much as I dare to into my maw as he thrusts his hips up every time I go down. His cock throbs inside of my mouth as I cup his balls and gently massage the contents inside of it. It doesn't take much more for him to cum as he pushes my head down firmly into his crotch before spurting his hot, sticky seed down my throat. Three long hard spurts of his cum shoot up into my maw, forcing me to swallow it without another thought as he eventually releases his grip on my head, allowing me to pull off with loud slurp. He smiles down at me with a grin on his face as I give his cock one last lick, before easing him out of his trousers.

"Good... now on your fours slut," he growls as he stands up and pushes me onto my back. Removing my thong without any hesitation, he kneels down on top of me and slowly strokes my pulsing shaft a few times, using what little pre that had formed as a makeshift lube. I thrust my hips against his paw reflexively before he easily flips me over onto my stomach. Letting out a soft grunt as I land, I feel the head of his slickened cock press up against my tailhole.

"You'd best be tight bitch. Don't like my sluts having loose holes," he growls as he pushes forward without giving any second thoughts to me. Gritting my teeth I try to tune out the slight sensation of discomfort as the head slowly pushes itself into me. I let out a soft gasp as I feel it finally make its way inside, panting a little as I prepare myself for the rest of his meaty shaft. It wasn't long before he slammed the rest of his cock inside of me, forcing out a whine of pain as he hilts himself inside of me with one deft movement.

"Easy there boy... relax... you'll tense up otherwise," he mutters as he leans over my back to whisper in my ear.

As the burning sensation slowly fades away, I feel him pulling out slowly before slamming himself in again, burying himself deep in my ass once more. Letting out a soft grunt as his shaft bottoms out inside of me again, I can't help but let out a muffled moan as I push my hips back up against his crotch. "You're a good little slut aren't you?" he smirks as he slaps my ass with a paw, forcing out a soft whine of pain as the sensation burns up along my backside. I needn't have answered as he pulls out of me completely for a moment. The sudden feeling of emptiness is soon followed by a firm grip of my shaft as he teasingly strokes my erect cock a few times.

"You got some lube on you or something? Don't want you to feel too uncomfortable," he asks. Looking back, I point at a set of drawers.

"In that one, the bottom one should have some lube in it," I tell him as he walks over and takes out a bottle and walks back over to me. The sensation of the cooling, viscous fluid pouring over my tailhole is soon followed by a finger pushing inside of me, spreading the lube around inside of me. I stifle a moan as he continues to fingerfuck me for a bit, adding more and more lube as he goes.

"Yes that should be good," he mutters as he pulls his finger out and replaces it with the head of his cock once more. He pauses for a moment as he gently nudges against my hole a few times, covering his shaft with some more lube as he slides it in between my ass cheeks. The sensation is driving me crazy with anticipation as his slick member avoids my waiting hole again and again.

"There's a good boy," he mutters as he takes a hold of my hips with his paws before slamming his cock inside of me with one slick movement. I let out a soft whine as his large shaft splits me open again, his ballsack slapping against mine as he pulls out again before thrusting in deeply. He pins me down with all of his weight as he pumps my ass rapidly without pause, withdrawing slightly before pushing himself back in again. Bracing myself up against him, I muffle a moan as his cock continuously rubs against my sweet spot, coaxing some more pre out of the tip of my member. My shaft is aching for attention like crazy at this point and despite the temptation to paw; I couldn't do so unless I wanted to rest my head on the floor. I think he must have known what I wanted as he reaches down and starts to slowly stroke my throbbing member, squeezing it a little in time with his powerful thrusts, pushing himself deep inside of me as pre leaks out of the tip of his cock. I bite my lip to prevent myself from screaming out too loud with lust as I push myself back against him.

"Yes, you're a good little slut aren't you?" he snickers as he gives my rump a painful spank. I let out a soft whine as the feelings of pain and pleasure surge through my body. My legs are starting to buckle as he starts to stoke me furiously without pause, leaving himself deep inside of me. His deep panting aligns perfectly with mine as I feel the urge to cum quickly rising inside of me. It wasn't long before I lose whatever control I had left and reach my orgasm, my cum spurting all over his paw and the floor below me as I let out a long and loud moan of satisfaction.

"Good boy," I hear him murmur as he grabs a hold of my hips and slams into me a few more times, pushing himself in as deep as he can go. He soon reaches his own peak moments later and his warm, sticky seed gushes into my used hole.

"How... how was that?" I breathe, trying to keep myself from collapsing under my own weight as he pulls out of me. Flipping me onto my back I stare up into his eyes as he licks my nose a few times. "That was good bunny boy. You done this kind of thing before?" he asks.

"No... not really," I reply, "First time I've offered it as a service...same with my solo dancing for the first time,"

He gives a short smile as his tail flicks slightly.

"Well you were wonderful," he smiles, "I'll give you a little extra something for your troubles tonight, you deserve it"

As he gets up and starts to put his clothes back on I cop a look at his figure and his tight skunk ass. I lick my lips as the thought of taking him trickles into the back of my mind.

"Oh here's a little tip for you... don't spend it all at once! I know how you uni students think!" he smirks as he drops two more notes onto the floor before heading out of the door. Coming back to my senses, I stumble over to my fallen clothes and find an additional 100 dollars in notes on the floor, my supposed tip for the night. Smiling to myself, I groggily don my clothes before briefly cleaning up my mess and heading back to the showers at the back of the club.

I can still feel the cum slowly sliding down my leg as I step into the shower for the last time that night. It's already one in the morning and frankly I can't think of anything else but sleep at the moment. As the cold water pounds on top of my head, Michael's familiar voice trickles over the sound of the water.

"Hey great work tonight... I saw what you did... I thought you said that you didn't want to deal with all that sex stuff," he asks as he turns on the shower next to me.

I shrug my shoulders, "Well he looked cute so I thought why the hell not. I mean 200 isn't too bad right?"

Michael gives me an odd look before turning back to his showerhead, "You do know you undercharged him right? It's 300 for the works at least. Always remember we're dancers first, not prostitutes,"

I bite my tongue and don't mention the additional tip he gave me afterwards. Hiding the truth won't hurt this one time.

"Was he good though?" he asks, his red bushy tail wagging back and forth.

"Yeah... real nice," I snicker as I turn off the taps and dry myself off before changing again.

Handing in the 200 to my boss and getting my pay for that session I headed off back to the dorm, feeling a little more satisfied with myself than I ever have before. As I manage to stumble back to my dorm at the university, I can tell the RA is giving me a really odd look just like she usually does whenever I return from work. I start to wonder if she's noticing that I'm walking a little funny from all the sex I've had today but as I open the door I find my roommate entirely unaware of my presence as I dump my bag on the floor before collapsing on my bed and sleeping for most of the day.

Monday soon came around and I was sitting in my lecture daydreaming I start eavesdropping on the people in front of me.

"Hey I heard we got a new lecturer for the next few weeks,"

I instantly snap out of my dream and start listening properly though it's a little difficult with all of the background noise from everyone around me.

"Yeah hopefully he isn't some hardass like Dr. Gurdeep,"

"I know right? Well whoever it is they certainly are taking their own fucking sweet time,"

The sound of a familiar baritone soon makes me turn my attention to the front of the lecture theatre.

"Aww no fucking way," I mutter to myself as I stare down from my seat.

"Sorry I'm late guys. I'm still finding my way around the university it seems,"

My eye twitches slightly as the same skunk who had stuck his cock inside of me just days earlier casually strolled over to the computer and plugged a USB drive into it before loading up his slide show. Hiding myself behind some of my notes I try to avoid making any form of eye contact in the hope that he doesn't notice me whatsoever.

"You up there in the middle row," he calls out, "the rabbit,"

I feel my ears redden slightly as everyone turns to look at me. I'm the only rabbit in my course which means that I'm usually picked to answer questions or whatnot because I stand out so much. Raising my head slightly I look down shyly at the skunk noting the devilish grin on his face.

"Can I see you after today's lecture is finished please?" he continues. I groan quietly and hide my face in my notes as I hear a few muffled sniggers from around me. The rest of the lecture seemed like a blur as my mind jumped from one conclusion to another. I snap out of my daze as the sound of rustling papers eventually catches my attention. As I pack my things I notice him slowly climbing up the stairs towards me and when I finally put the last of my papers away he's staring up at me with those captivating steely cold eyes and with a grin on his face.

"Well, well fancy seeing you here," he smirks. I force a smile as I scratch my arm nervously.

"Uh yeah... real coincidence huh?" I respond. My tail is twitching like crazy at this point and I desperately want to get out by any means possible.

"Heh I thought it was you sitting up here by yourself. Why else do you think I displayed so much interest in you at the club Friday?"

A bead of nervous sweat trickles down my face as I think back to the conversation that took place that night and that odd sensation that I was feeling at that time.

"I just thought you were being nice is all,"

He chuckles at my remark as I stand up and swing my bag over my shoulder.

"Well I certainly hope to be seeing you more in future. Both in the club and here," he says as he walks down the stairs beside me, "And if you can spare the time... perhaps my office where I'll make it worth your while,"

"Um yeah sure. I'll take that into consideration," I tell him as I head towards the door, "I'll see you for Wednesday's lecture I guess,"

He gives me a nod and a wave as I close the door behind me and quickly head over to my next class of the day.

"This is gonna be an interesting semester," I think to myself as the prospect of seeing him in future sent a renewed sensation of lust through my entire body.