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THE ART OF BEING NAUGHTY

Author's Note: This just came to me. It might be a huge flop but I just couldn't resist giving it a try. This is a batch of drabbles that tell a story in short quick pieces (I hope). This is definitely alternate universe here so nobody is who they were in the show. Male/male action too.

"Okay, you bitches! Who took my new thong?"

"Huh! Get him!" Chance Furlong, a handsome blond stripper with a well defined and powerful body, snorted derisively, flipping a thumb back at the complainer, as he continued to dress for his set. "Look tall, dark, and over hung.......no ones coped your undies......you probably left it in your kit bag last night," he said, addressing the fuming performer.

"No I didn't! I just bought that yesterday and made sure I had it on me today......."

"No you didn't cause you ain't wearing it now sweet cheeks.......now stop your whining and get dressed or Sheron is going to be pissed at you!" Jake Clawson, a crimson furred, lean bodied dancer warned as he put on the final touches to his costume and headed out the door.

"Shit!" Ulysses Feral swore as he stormed toward his dressing area and hurriedly changed, his dark brown furred and powerfully built body bristling with annoyance. ‘Every time I buy something new for my act, some meathead steals it. When I get my paws on whoever is the thief, I'll......' his rant drifting off in his mind as he focused on getting dressed in a hurry.

2

"Woohoo! Shake that booty!" A fem shouted drowning out her fellow drunken revelers.

Club Passion was hopping, filled to capacity with a line out the door, a normal thing for this popular place especially on a late Friday night. The dancers were making a bundle from tips thrown or stuffed down their skimpy shorts.

Jin-Jin (Jake's stage name) shook his rear before turning and finishing his act by pulling off his electric green thong, his tips for the night tightly gripped in his paw. He gave the fems and toms a wicked grin before slinking off the stage to hoots and whistles.

Passing his best friend, he waved the pawful of cash. "Great night!" He said gleefully.

"Hey! Save some for us!" Chance yelled back, shaking his fist at his friend in mock anger.

"Better shake that fine tail a little harder if you want to outdo me!" Jake smirked in good humor, giving his friend a smart swat to the rear before heading to their dressing room.

Chance just snorted and waited til his music started before jumping out onto the stage in his cowboy outfit. The crowd screamed his stage name "Fabian" as he started his set. He pulled out a pair of guns and waved them about as he danced.

He wasn't on stage very long before a whooping Indian joined him, dancing sensuously around the cowboy. Grinning, lecherously, Chance put away his guns and pulled out a whip that had been in his waistband and flicked it threateningly.

3

Chance flicked the whip until it made a loud crack in the air making the patrons jump in fear and excitement. Moving around his target, he continued to flick the whip near but not touching the other male who danced and shimmied away from him in a game of cat and mouse.

"You need to move a little faster there injun!" He barked authoritatively and flicked the whip to make a small tear in his partner's buckskin vest.

Ulysses known as Thor on stage, moved his body more quickly in response, his head bonnet of feathers bobbing and weaving with his movements as he danced away from the whip wielding cowboy.

Licking his lips, Chance flicked the whip hard enough that it hit the floor with a loud slap like a gun shot, just on the heels of Ulysses' right foot, demonstrating just how skilled he was with the weapon.

Pretending he was getting hot, Chance pulled off his vest revealing his bare chest. Now he only had on his tight brown leather pants, the gun belt and ten gallon hat.

His eyes glittering, a grin of evil on his face, Chance suddenly flicked the whip allowing the tip to strike his dancing partner making a small tear in the beaded leather vest he wore. The crowd shrieked, "cut him!"

4

"Best take that vest off there, injun afore I rip it from your body!" Chance threatened.

Ulysses merely gave the cowboy a smoldering, arrogant look but slowly did as asked. The audience whooped as he flung it into the crowd then continued to do an indian war dance around Chance.

Now Chance did something that set the room to screaming, he flicked the whip once more and took a strip of fur off the dark tom making it bleed. Hissing but not stopping, Ulysses crouched and lunged around the blond tabby as if he intended to wrestle with him.

The audience was riveted to the scene the pair was acting out, money flying onto the stage.

Chance continued to wield the whip with expert dexterity as he struck the dark brown's body again and again until blood was dropping onto the floor to join the money.

"Time to strip there injun!" Chance snapped, counterpointing his order with a loud whip crack in the air.

Ulysses did so but in a slow, teasing manner......allowing only a small portion of his body to show at a time........driving the crowd wild.

"Take it off.....take it off!" Filled the air as he oh so slowly lowered his pants until a spangled silver thong showed plainly then the pants were off and sailing to the back of the stage.

5

Not to be outdone, Chance yanked his own pants down more rapidly, tossing them to the audience, which shrieked for joy and started a fight between fems for the pants ownership. His own thong was red with stars.

Reversing the whip, Chance closed with Ulysses and used the handle to caress the dark tom over his chest and down his body to the shrieking encouragement of the crowd. When he reached the tom's thong, he placed the handle under the half hard cock hidden underneath.

Chance now stood pressed against the dark tom and dry humped him from behind as he used the whip handle to rub the hardening cock from the front.

Ulysses rolled his head back and kissed the tom fondling him.

"Strip it all off.....let's see what ya got," Chance drawled stepping back from the dark tom and snapping the whip in the air again.

Giving the blond tabby a heated look, Ulysses stood tall and grabbed a special tab on the side of his thong and pulled. The crowd screamed and leaped madly as the dark tom's big pole waved proudly at them.

"Throw it.....throw it...."

Grinning wickedly, Ulysses hurled the thong out into the crowd causing a wild melee then turned to wrap an arm around Chance, yanking the whip from his paw and kissing him hotly. The dark tom dropped the whip and reached for the tabby's own thong and ripped it away.

The audience went wild as he tossed it at them. They pair finished their hot kiss then turned to bow before the crowd and was showered with cash which they hurriedly collected before making a quick exit off stage.

6

"Wow! We outdid ourselves tonight!" Chance crowed as he quickly counted their booty and split it with his dancing partner.

"You aren't kidding," Ulysses said grinning from ear to ear. The performance had gotten them a thousand, five hundred apiece.

Heading for the dressing room a powerful form stepped in front of them, he was clapping his paws with a grin on his face.

Sheron was owner/manager of Club Passion and was a handsome snow leopard. Broad through the shoulders and powerfully built, he was looking exceptionally good tonight in his dark blue Italian silk suit with light powder shirt beneath, which complemented his startling blue eyes.

"Well done you two!"

"Thank you, Mr. Sheron," Chance said grinning back at his boss.

"Who choreographed it?" Sheron asked mildly.

"Ulysses did!"

Feral could only blush and stammer. Mr. Sheron always made him feel warm and giddy but he was the boss and off limits so he tried to restrain his rampant hormones when he was in the tom's presence. He wasn't always sure he succeeded.

"Excellent job, Ulysses. You've made us a lot of money tonight."

"That's what I hoped for, sir," Feral said shyly.

"Well you succeeded! You're a big asset to this club," Sheron said warmly then gently touched one of the bleeding sores on the dark tom's shoulder. "Best treat those wounds before your next set," he said gently, giving Ulysses a lingering look before walking away.

7

"He likes you.....you know," the tabby smirked as they stepped into the dressing room.

"Huh? Who does?" Ulysses asked, still distracted by his moment with Sheron.

Chance laughed. "Come here you. Let me take care of those cuts," he told the dark tom, taking out a first aid kit from under a make up table.

Feral went to sit on a bench and frowned up at the tabby. "Who are you talking about?" He demanded.

"Aw come on, Uly. Can't you see the way the boss looks at you? That Kat is really taken with you," Chance said with certainty as he began to clean the wounds.

All Feral could do in response was blush.

8

After his last set of the night, his pocket full of cash, Ulysses waved good bye to his fellow dancers as he hurried out the door into the late night air, well after one in the morning.

His take tonight should please his mother and would not only pay the rent for this month but get his sister the coat she'd been needing as well as stocking the fridge with food.

It made him feel good to be complimented by Mr. Sheron tonight. Now he would have to come up with another act that could top this one. That would be hard.

He sighed as he climbed into his beat up old wagon and drove through the quiet streets for home. As he drove, he mused on how lucky he'd been finding this job.

Club Passion was one of the better ones in town and the pay was really good. He'd quit his day job after putting up with a boss' abuses for the last time. He had been desperate to find a better paying one when he'd came across this one on a bar bulletin board.

He needed a good paying job to help support his Mother and sister. His sister was still in school and his mother had been injured during a mob versus enforcer car chase. She'd been left unable to get around much nor able to hold a job. He had been relieved when he'd gotten this job.

Who knew he'd enjoy showing off his body and dancing, so much. He never thought he'd be brave enough to dance nearly naked before a crowd of fems and toms but apparently he possessed a streak of exhibitionism, because he really got off on showing his fit physique and gyrating his hips for the crowds.

Now all that was left in his life was to find that special someone to share it with. Too bad it was his boss that he had the hots for.

9

In a comfortable apartment on the west side of town from the club, a red furred tom woke at the sound of the alarm next to his side of the bed.

A grumble beside him, told him his lover was complaining as usual at being awakened at what he thought was an ungodly hour despite it being nearly two in the afternoon.

"Come on sleepy head. We have to go shopping remember and do the laundry or we won't have anything clean for a week," Jake said shoving the blond tabby in the back.

"Aw, let me sleep another hour......have a heart," Chance whined, burrowing into his pillow.

"Uh, uh.....you promised!" Jake said sternly, climbing out of the bed and making for the bathroom.

Only a grunted response answered him. In the bathroom, Jake turned on the water, stripping off his shorts and tossing them into the over flowing laundry hamper. He stepped under the hot water and sighed as he reached for the soap.

Another paw got it first. Jake looked over his shoulder, blinking water out of his eyes. Chance was giving him a wicked grin as he began to soap up his palms. Finished, the big tom set the soap down and began to wash his small companion's privates.

"Chance.......ohhhh" Jake groaned and writhed at the exquisite sensation. "As much oooohh....as I love this......mmm.....we have to be quick," he panted.

"Quick it will be," Chance promised, using a soapy paw to caress and stroke the smaller tom's cock.

Already hard himself, Chance quickly soaped his own hard pole then the waiting channel in front of him. With no more preparation than that, he was sinking into that hot hole and pumping frantically.

Jake held onto the wall of the shower and cried out moments after they started, spraying the wall before them, with Chance roaring moments later, filling his lover's hole with his hot seed.

They stood a moment waiting for their jelly legs and breathing to return to normal.

"Nice wake up call, love," Jake purred as he gave the tabby a hot kiss then finished his shower.

"You're welcome. Everyone needs a pick up in the morning," Chance chuckled as he too washed up.

10

"Good afternoon, son," the light brown she-kat said smiling as she poured a cup of coffee for her son who'd just gotten up.

Showered and ready for the day, Ulysses smiled, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek as he took the cup and sat down at the table. "Thanks, mom!"

She set a plate that was a mix of breakfast and lunch before her son then took a seat across the table from him. "How was work last night," she asked casually, sipping her tea.

He grinned from ear to ear as he took a huge bite of his toast. "It was fantastic. Mr. Sheron complimented me on the new act Chance and I performed for the first time last night. Now I have to find a way to top it. We made a lot of cash, best haul I've made since I started," he said proudly. "I planned on taking Sherry to the store to get that coat she's been wanting and if you'll write up a list, I'll go to the grocery store and don't stint. Anything you think we need that we've put off getting, put on the list."

She cocked her head at him and frowned just a little. "Ulysses, you're sure......"

"Definitely! I also have this month's rent as well, so don't worry. We're good!"

A smile of relief bloomed on her face. "That is good news, son. I may find your job a bit strange but I can't deny it makes you happy and brings in good money," she said shaking her head.

"Yeah, I know. Much better than that crap job I had before."

His mother had to agree that was true. She watched him put away his meal with quick efficiency. She was happy for him and they'd been far better off since he'd taken that job. But, she wished he'd find a lover. It wasn't good for him to be so focused on just her and Sherry. He deserved to have someone who loved him as a mate would.

She'd once hoped that would have been a she-kat but had since learned that wasn't fated to be. So now all she wanted was for him to be happy. With this new job, she hoped he would meet someone good. She would pray it happened soon.

He should be rewarded for being such a good son.