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A Dancer and Her Audience

For Hope and Incredible Intruder

By Draconicon

Hugo blushed as he stepped through the doors of the strip club, the small mouse barely coming up to the chests of his coworkers as they pulled him along. The heavy beat of the dancers' music echoed through the room, and thudded through the floor beneath him, and he had to fold his ears back to keep from being immediately deafened.

"Why a...a strip club?"

"Because it's your birthday, man. Come on, you know that you haven't had any action for a while. Live a little."

"But...but a -"

"Come on, Hugo. We got something special picked out for you."

The wolf and dingo that had brought him along - both of them people that he barely knew from work - dragged him towards a side booth, well out of the way of the rest of the club. They passed a vixen on one pole, hanging upside down by her tail, and a tigress on another, bumping and grinding against it. The mouse lowered his eyes, trying not to pay attention to them, but...well, it was hard, to say the least.

They opened the little door to the booth and pushed him through, and before Hugo could try and get away, they slammed it shut again. The dingo gave him a thumbs up.

"Don't worry, man. You'll have a great time. Just make sure that you tell the boss that Sam picked this girl out for you; I want those rec points."

"But-"

"See you. And don't do anything we wouldn't do!"

The canines walked off, and Hugo blushed worse than ever as he sat down. Sliding down the booth seat until the tips of his ears no longer cleared the tops of it, he glanced around.

There wasn't really any way out without everyone seeing him, and he doubted that his coworkers would simply leave the place. They were probably ogling another of the dancers already, and he had no doubt that they'd stop him if he tried to leave. It was not the way that he wanted to spend his birthday, but...but it seemed like he might have to.

At least the music's not so loud over here...

Then again, that was because the booth seemed to have its own sound system, currently set to a quiet hum rather than a heavy beat. It canceled out some of the noise, something that he was grateful for.

Okay. Let's...try to enjoy ourselves.

He fumbled around, figuring that there was probably a note or something around the booth for the proper way to act in one of these clubs. Sticking his fingers under the cushions and near the stage that reached into the middle of the private booth, he searched and searched, but there was nothing.

He'd just gotten down on all fours, searching around on the floor when the music changed. A pulsing beat made him jump, and Hugo narrowly avoided cracking his head on the bottom of the stage. He wriggled out from under it -

"Oh...oh my."

The mouse's eyes widened as a beautiful young lady stepped onto the back of the stage. An arctic fox, she wore little more than a green bra and panties, her toe claws painted bright enough to be seen from where he knelt. Pulling himself onto the seat again, he stared as she swayed down the catwalk, moving closer and closer. His eyes flicked between her swaying hips and her bouncing breasts, and he blushed worse as he felt a stirring in his pants.

Pushing his hands down over it, he tried to smile as she stopped at the edge of the stage, squatting down in front of him. It left her legs spread wide, the panties pressing tight against her sex - and showing him just about everything - as well as putting her breasts almost at head level for him. Ear level, for the mouse, actually. She chuckled.

"What's the matter, little guy? Is this your first time here?"

"Well, yeah."

"Mmm, a little nervous about how to deal with this?"

"A little. I haven't really done this before, and I don't know how to, erm, handle someone as beautiful as you."

"Such a flattering guy. You know, just for that, I'll take care of everything. Just trust me to take care of you, hmm?"

She slipped down, sitting on the edge of the stage. The sheer casualness of her movements left him smiling, even if he was still a bit nervous. Hugo leaned forward as she pulled a piece of paper out of her panties, and blinked as she held out a hand.

"Do you have a pen?"

"Uh, yeah. One second."

What could she need a pen for? he wondered, though his mind immediately gave him a hundred and one different possibilities. He blushed worse, his hand shaking as he handed over a work pen. She took it and started scribbling on the piece of paper, and he blinked as another question came to mind.

"Um...why did you have that in your panties?"

"Oh, just a reference sheet. Lots of people come in, and the good ones I want to remember."

"So, you keep a...a notepad in your panties?"

"Trust me, honey, I have a lot of places to keep things."

"I..."

"Heh, do you really want to know?"

"Not...not yet."

"Mmm, kinky boy, aren't you?"

He blushed worse as she chuckled at him. He'd never expected to have someone this experienced looking after him, but it wasn't exactly a bad thing. New, yes, but not bad.

She passed him the piece of paper and the pen again, leaning back a bit. The position put her crotch forward, making him stare at it a bit. There was more moisture down there than before, he thought, and it outlined her all the more clearly. His cheeks burned, and his pants tightened as he glanced at the paper.

It was a costume list, he realized. Different occupations, different outfits that people might wear. He was quite aware of how a maid's outfit could be fetishized, but he was a little more surprised to see construction worker, policewoman, and others on that.

"What do I do with this?"

"Oh, just pick your top three. Then I'll go change real fast, so you can get the best looks."

"Aren't you going to be taking it off, anyway?"

"Of course, but each of these will look different as they come off. Just trust me, little mousey. I know my job."

"Okay..."

He went through the list, tapping his pen against them as he read through it. Despite the long list, he didn't find very many options that appealed to him. Yes, the policewoman was alright, but he wasn't very interested in the burlier options that they showed, nor the burlesque bits that seemed a bit too crass.

It wasn't until he reached the bottom of the page that he found one that really worked. His cheeks felt like they were about to catch fire as he read 'belly dancer' at the bottom, and the pen moved before he could think about it, circling it three times.

"This one."

"Hmm?"

The vixen leaned over, glancing at the circled one, and chuckled.

"Oh, that's my specialty. If that's what you want, I just know you're going to love it."

"Really?"

"Of course. Ask anyone about Hope, and they'll tell you that I do the best belly dances in the world. Not to mention what happens after I'm done."

I swear, my pants could not get any tighter, he thought as he imagined the sultry vixen doing a real belly dance. The images running through his head left him panting already, much to the vixen's apparent amusement. She patted his cheek before pulling herself to her feet.

"Alright, hon. I'm going to get changed. You just warm yourself up, hmm? I want you nice and horny by the time I get out."

"...What?"

"You know. Just tease yourself a bit. You don't have to take it out, but just...squeeze. You've got enough there to work with, I can see that much."

He bit his lip as he looked down, seeing his pants just about ready to come unzipped from how hard he was. Hope's soft chuckles filled his ears as she walked towards the back of the stage, and once more, he slumped down against the booth seat. His ears flattened, feeling like they were burning as much as his cheeks were, and he contemplated walking out...

But his own excitement stopped him. After all, he was sure that he wasn't the first guy to get off to the girls in a strip club. After all, that was kind of what they were there for, right? And he did have the private booth. The edges of it were high enough to keep people from peering over so easily, and he could see them long before they could see him.

At the same time, he didn't want to start stroking out in the open, so he reached for his bulge instead. He was a little loathe to stroke through his work pants, but better to get them a little damp than whip it out, right?

As he squeezed himself, Hugo let out a soft groan of pleasure, sighing happily at the feeling of his hand on his member. He closed his eyes to slits, letting those images of the white fox pass through his mind. Breasts barely covered by a thin, semi-transparent silk wrap, her feet bare save for anklets, her waist encircled in a golden chain with the coin danglers that jingled and rattled with the shimmies of her hips...

"Mmmph..."

His hand pushed and squeezed on his bulge, weak bits of stimulation compared to what was running through his mind. He imagined her with her arms above her head, her hips swaying back and forth so quickly, her belly dancing and jiggling softly with every little sway and thrust that she made.

A soft pant escaped his lips as he started squeezing, rubbing at the tip of his bulge, feeling it tingle. The mouse thought of Hope, of her walking closer and closer, dancing nearer and nearer to him as he pleasured himself to her. She would smile, she would nod in approval at how much he loved what she did. She would -

The music changed, turning eastern in flavor, and he opened his eyes.

There, standing at the back of the stage, was the fox, and she was dressed as beautifully as he had imagined. Golden bands wrapped around her waist, and she looked as though she had stepped out of an Indian fairy tale. It was the perfect costume, an exact replica of what he wanted.

He tried to take his hand away, wanting the feeling to last, but as she started swaying down the catwalk, it was impossible for him to take his eyes off of her. The subtle back and forth movements of her hips, quick and measured, were like a pendulum demanding his attention, pulling him to stare at her. Even with the beat of the music, he could still hear the jingling of the coins hanging from her waist, each golden circle making a little sound all its own, and reflecting the stage light back at him.

Closer and closer she danced, and the nearer she came, the harder he felt. He panted for breath as she stopped barely five feet away, the stripper pole right behind her as she put her hands on her hips, slowly swaying them from side to side as she turned in place. Her soft, slender legs held his eyes, taking his gaze up to her hardly-covered ass, the mouse's breath coming faster as he stared at the swell of it beneath the costume.

He squeezed the tip of his bulge tightly, rubbing it frantically as she kept turning, her hands guiding his gaze up to her chest, to her breasts. They were large enough to be good handfuls, but modest enough not to be ridiculous. Hugo imagined touching them, squeezing them, feeling them squish beneath his fingers -

"Ah!"

He gasped as he pulled his hand back, blushing as he realized how close he'd come to filling his pants with cum. The mouse's cheeks continued to burn as Hope chuckled above him.

"Oh, poor little mousey. So eager for me?"

"You...you're beautiful..."

"Well, I'm about to get even more beautiful. Have you ever had someone give you a real belly dance?"

He shook his head.

"Mmmm, then you are in for a treat. Do me a favor, mousey, and just look at my belly. Make sure that you watch it very, very closely, and you'll understand why so many people just love to come to my shows."

Not understanding didn't stop him from nodding; after all, it was a harmless thing, and this was his birthday. Doubtlessly he could ask for something more if that didn't work for him, and he was pretty sure that she'd let him. She'd helped him relax a lot, already, and she seemed very understanding.

He leaned back, watching her stomach as she raised her arms. Just as he imagined, her belly started undulating, bouncing, waving as she danced. It twitched back and forth, the waves making her belly button bounce a bit, pushing forward, begging to be stared at. So...he did.

And as he did, he soon found that it moved in such a fascinating way that he couldn't look away. Something about the way her body moved, something about the way that everything swayed and pulled his eyes inwards, kept him focused right on her belly button. It bounced and twitched, but it was the only solidly different-looking part that he could focus on.

He kept staring, and staring, even as he heard the fox say...something, he wasn't sure what. It couldn't be that important, he thought. Not as important as the dance going on before him.

The mouse smiled as he watched her belly sway and shake, his hand sliding back down to his pants. The soft pleasure of his fingers rubbing along his bulge, the warming feeling in his head as he watched the dance, combined together to make him...happy. Happy and calm. Happy and relaxed. Happy and at ease.

The soft rattle-shake of the coins added to it, and he felt his mouth go slack. He barely noticed it before his attention went back to the dance, something about it drawing him in. The fox said something else, something that he felt that he should have paid attention to, but it was gone. Again, no matter; it didn't matter if it wasn't the dance.

A soft click, and he felt a finger against his shaft. His own, somehow. Hugo didn't even remember deciding to pull his cock out, but there it was, in his hand and getting stroked as the dance continued, his breath coming faster, yet still feeling so...so relaxed.

He slumped back in his seat, almost sliding right off of the chair as he kept watching the dance. The way that she slid her feet along the stage, how she moved like a watery nymph, kept him from ever looking away. Her body was so perfect. It should be worshiped, touched, teased, pleased in any way.

Worshiped, touched, teased, pleased....

The words repeated in his head like a mantra, coming back again and again as the dance went on, his hand lazily moving up and down his cock to the beat of her music. It was like he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Why would anyone want to stop while they were watching a dance like this, with a girl that was so beautiful that she might as well be a goddess?

He heard something, and for some reason, decided to look up. His eyes caught hers, and he smiled as she grinned at him. Her mouth moved, but he didn't hear her, not over the music. Yet, at the same time, he had an idea.

"Let's...take this...somewhere...private..."

Was he drunk? He didn't think so, but his words sounded slurred to his own ears. The mouse tried to ignore that, pulling his pants on and dragging his zipper up. Ignoring the tent that threatened to push the zipper back down, he took Hope's hand as she offered it to him, and walked with her down the catwalk.

Something niggled at his mind, something about the back rooms not really being a good place, but he ignored it. He was with Hope. He was with a goddess dancer, a beautiful person who had taken such good care of him so far. Why should he be bothered?

They walked down several red-lit hallways until they came to a room with Hope's name written on it. She opened it and gently pushed him through. Despite that, he stumbled, almost falling over before she joined him inside. He wobbled back and forth until she nudged him into a soft couch on the far end of the room, past her mirror and a few other pieces of harder furniture.

As she straddled him, her breasts were right in his face, and he moaned as he stared at them. He moaned at the feeling of her grinding against the tent in his pants, as well.

She whispered something, and his hands came up, slowly grabbing at her breasts through her costume. His imagination hadn't done them justice, and he moaned at the way that they filled his hands. Even through the costume, he could feel her warm flesh, the soft, giving nature of her breasts. They collapsed under his hands, then pushed back out as he pulled them back.

As his shaft swelled with need under her, he saw that her nipples were getting harder and harder. They almost poked through the thin fabric that she wore, almost pushed out into view from all the play that he'd been doing. The mouse leaned forward, his breath puffing over them.

His ears twitched, something else said on the very edge of hearing, something else that didn't matter. Groaning, he bit at the cloth, pulling it down and out of the way with his teeth. It slipped beneath her breasts, sliding under the curve, and exposed those hard nipples. He groaned, dragging his tongue over them.

Hope hissed above him, the sound encouraging him to go further. Bit by bit, he dragged his tongue over her breasts, tasting her fur, her warmth, her flesh. Everything was perfect. She was perfect. She was more than worth anything.

One nipple slipped in between his lips, and he bit down before he knew what he was doing. The vixen moaned and yelped at the same time, and he felt her warm hands on the back of his head.

"Good boy...good boy..."

The words penetrated the music and his mind, leaving him smiling as he gently sucked and nibbled on that little nub. Yes, he was a good boy for Hope. Yes, he would always be a good boy for Hope.

His hands never stopped, rubbing down her sides until they found her hips. His narrow fingers got tangled in the mess of coins along her dress, running between them and making them jingle. The sound, the wonderful, chaotic sound, only left him more frustrated and more eager, needier to touch her than ever.

She lifted herself, and his hands slid between her legs, running along her thigh and up towards that hidden treasure. He gasped and grunted against her breast, barely thinking as he felt and groped and explored her, unable to stop. Hugo didn't even know what he wanted anymore; he just knew that he had to touch, had to rub, had to pleasure this perfect, wonderful, amazing girl. He had to take care of her the way that she'd taken care of him.

Even as he groped at her ass, she pushed him back further in the couch, holding him down with her breasts against his face. The warmth of those fleshy globes was all around him, smothering him in the titflesh that he had admired before. The mouse's cock throbbed all the harder, and he groaned under his breath, his breathing getting ragged and quick.

She whispered something, and his hands grabbed her ass tighter, squeezing it, groping it, pulling on it. He could barely hear her gasping above him, but it was enough. He squeezed tighter, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks, leaving little dimple marks behind. They were so squishy, so warm, just as her breasts had been.

In some ways, they were even better, able to take more punishment, letting him squeeze more than he could before. His fingers roamed over her rump, pulling them apart, letting them clap together again before doing the same. She always seemed to like it, as she gasped and panted in his large, sensitive ears.

Through it all, she ground against his bulge, grinding her sex - bare and wet - against him. He could feel the slime of her need slipping through, soaking his clothes, but he didn't care. Even as he throbbed, even as he dripped his own need, he couldn't be bothered to care. All that mattered was her. She was the only thing worthy of attention. She was his world, and his goddess, and his everything.

Suddenly, she gasped above him, smothering him deeper than ever between her breasts. His world was limited to the warmth around his face, the fuzz against his cheeks, the soft scent of two warm bodies held together, the sound of the beat of her heart. She panted and moaned above him, and his crotch felt warmer, stickier, and wetter than ever.

She held him there for what felt like a blissful eternity, and Hugo held her in return, unable to think of anything else. She was there...she needed him...but for what? He didn't know.

Slowly, she pulled him back, smiling down at him. Her mouth moved, but the words were lost to the music, lost to the fascination he had. All he did was stare back, waiting for the idea to come to him of what to do next.

As she kissed him, he knew what it was. He got up from the couch, and laid on the floor. As she watched, he pulled his pants off and cast them aside. His cock, throbbing hard and begging for attention, stuck out from between his legs. She smiled at it, and he smiled back, knowing that she was pleased with him.

She pointed at it, and he started stroking, panting immediately at the feeling of pleasure that came from the simple action. Direct stimulation felt so good, and the sight of her, the way she smiled, the way she bit her finger as he touched himself, only made him harder.

Hugo moaned as she reached for the waistband of her panties, and panted as she pulled them down, dragging them off of her hips. The crotch was utterly soaked, dripping, even, and she let them dangle off of one foot. She reached out to him, holding her scented underwear above his nose with one toe before dropping it on him.

His world exploded in pleasure. The rich, powerful scent of her need filled his nose, and his eyes rolled back as he squeezed and stroked himself faster than ever. Every little piece of his mind, those that still worked and those that didn't, were smothered by the scent. His need, his cock, his desperation to cum; all of it was taken over by her scent, her presence, her soaking wet pussy. And as he stared at her, he saw her mouth move, and for the first time in some time, he heard the words again.

"Cum for me, little mousey. Cum, and forget that world outside. Let it all fade away as it shoots out of your cock. Let it fade away, and let me take care of you. Forever."

There wasn't enough of him left to protest. All of his service and fascination was bound to her, and he couldn't think of a better life than serving her directly. The mouse bucked his hips forward, fucking his fist for barely ten seconds before his need caught up with him.

He moaned, muffled through those panties, as he shot his load. The first string caught Hope's leg, and the rest fell over the floor. He came, and he came, and he came, and with each burst, a little more of the outside world, a little more of his old memories faded away. Darkness and warmth took their place, and images of the goddess before him.

And through it all, Hope smiled.

"That's such a good little mousey. Don't worry about your friends outside. I'll make sure that they understand what's going on. There won't be anything to worry about. Just let me take care of everything. I'll take care of you, and you..."

"I will take care of you..."

"Such a good mousey. I'm so glad you came to me for your birthday."

Hope stood up and walked out, leaving him alone. Hugo continued to kneel there, his cock slowly going soft despite the wet panties on his nose. Every breath reminded him of how good service would be, how wonderful it was to give himself up. His mouth hung open, collecting the little bits of her juices that escaped her underwear, and panting as it touched his tongue.

Perhaps he had given away his soul...but he doubted that he'd miss it. Not with the goddess Hope as the one who held it now.

It was some time before she came back. Or perhaps it was no more than a minute. He could no longer tell. As she walked in, however, he bowed his head to her, the panties slipping off of his nose and falling onto his softened shaft. They hung from there, draped over his messy, sloppy cock.

"Thank you..."

"Oh, you don't have to thank me, little mousey. I've always been looking for someone like you. Someone a little shy. Someone a little quiet. Someone that was so eager to love and lust for me."

She chuckled as she sat down in front of him, stroking his cheek with one hand and his cock with another.

"Why do you think I worked in a strip club? So many men coming in, lusty and needy, and so many of them without that much love. Eventually, I would find someone that fit with what I wanted."

The vixen chuckled as she coaxed him back to an erection, gently nudging him down towards the ground. He went obediently, unable to resist as she stroked him and teased him, his body completely at her mercy.

And slowly, she pulled herself over him, her dripping sex raining on his muzzle as she laid over him, her hot breath blowing over his shaft.

"And now, I have all that I could ever need. I just didn't expect that what I wanted would come to me as a mouse."

She wiggled her hips, and he stuck out his tongue obediently, dragging it along her sex. He barely felt her tongue in return, more interested in giving himself to her, in being all that she needed him to be. Just as he always would.

#

Three months later...

Hope smiled as she stepped off of the stage, taking a towel from her little mousey and wiping under her breasts and between them. The last act had been more than a little physically demanding, and she didn't want to have too much of a sweat-shine when she had to go back out there.

"Enjoying the show from back here, Hugo?"

"Of course, Goddess."

He'd taken to calling her that a few weeks back, after she'd put the finishing touches into his head with her latest dance. It was a little more than most of her clients called her, but then again, her little mousey meant more to her than her clients. The vixen smiled, patting his head gently, and he smiled worshipfully back at her.

It had been so easy, really. He was so shy, so cute, so needy for affection. She gave him that, and was his soul and independence really that high a price to pay for love? Hope didn't think so, and since she was the one in charge, that was all that mattered.

Since she had a few minutes before she was due to go out, the vixen pulled her little boy toy back towards her dressing room. Sitting him down on a cot - she'd needed a bed for him, but that was all the club manager was willing to hand over - Hope straddled him, stroking his head as she pulled him between her breasts.

"Your goddess needs attention, little mousey. I need to be good and wet for my next walk down the catwalk. Work on my breasts with your mouth, and squeeze my ass..."

"Yes, my Goddess."

"Mmmm, I knew mice were good at this...Such talented hands, and such - AH!"

She gasped as his sharp little teeth bit down on one of her nipples, her eyes rolling back at the mix of mild pain and extreme pleasure. Rubbing his head in reward, she ground herself against his leg, rubbing herself through her panties. The next act needed a good soak, and she'd be close enough to the customers that they'd be able to tell if it was just lube this time.

His fingers groped and squeezed at her ass, desperate as he always was. She panted as she looked down at him, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Mmm...You love it, don't you?"

"Love...what...Goddess?"

"Being my toy. Being my little room boy, waiting for me to come back, waiting for me to use you for what I need..."

She reached down, squeezing his crotch. She wasn't someone that went for chastity; she didn't have to. He was too devoted to her to ever make a little mess without her permission. Hope smiled as she squeezed him, drawing him up to full erection.

"Yes...you love being mine, don't you?"

"Yes...I love it, my Goddess...I love it as much as I...love you..."

"Good mousey. Now...back to work...we don't have much time."

The End