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Jamie's Night Out

Part 1

By Zrathie

The red fox peered down at the business card in his paw. The name on the card read "Out of the Blue". The font and colour matched the large sign on the building across the street. The sign was written in gold writing on a navy blue background. The address also matched the one on the business card. This was definitely the place.

Jamie gulped. He had been to nightclubs and bars before, and he enjoyed a drink now and then, but this was a different type of club. It was a particular club for furs with certain proclivities. Jamie hadn't been inside this type of club before. The outside looked just like any other nightclub. It had blue neon lighting up the brick wall down the front of the building. A bouncer was standing outside the entrance. Jamie knew it was a different story inside.

Jamie was building up the courage to approach the entrance. He was dressed smartly enough. He had on a black button up tee shirt and black slacks. Jamie hoped they didn't expect him to wear in a full body latex catsuit or one of those pup hoods to gain entry. He exhaled slowly. The fox was overthinking it. He was a fox and should be confident about socialising. He looked both ways and walked across the street.

On closer inspection, the burly bulldog bouncer looked even more intimidating. The bulldog looked Jamie up and down.

"Good evening, can I have your name please?" the bouncer said.

"Jamie," said the fox.

As the bouncer checked his tablet computer, Jamie was expected to be told his name wasn't on the list. Why would it be? It was his first time at the club. It surprised Jamie when the bouncer ushered him inside.

"Welcome Jamie, there's a show on later tonight," said the bulldog as he waved him inside.

Jamie trotted into the reception and coat room area. There was a chocolate coloured poodle behind the counter. She had immaculately groomed fur styled in a very feminine fashion. She was wearing a smart corporate outfit and greeted Jamie with a warm smile.

"Good evening. May I please have your name?" she asked.

"Jamie," Jamie replied.

The poodle looked down at her computer screen. After some brief taps on the keyboard, she looked up again.

"Hello, Jamie. It's your lucky day. One of our members has referred you through our referral programme. We are a very private club. Many of our members have a high expectation of privacy, so I can't tell you who. What being referred means for you is the normal vetting process has been waved," explained the poodle.

Jamie knew the man who had given him the card. It must be him. He must be referring people to get some kind of benefit. If this turned into a multi-level marketing pitch, he was going to give him a piece of his mind the next time he saw him.

"Since this is your first time at Out of the Blue you have a chance to experience our special offer. You get an unlimited bar tab for tonight, but you have to wear our Out of the Blue boiler suit," said the poodle.

Jamie considered this offer. A boiler suit at a fetish club could be very different from a normal one. He had to see it first to decide if it was for him. It could be a latex bitchsuit for all he knew, and the drinks would be served from a doggy dish.

"Before I decide, may I see this boiler suit?" asked Jamie.

The poodle receptionist smiled. "Of course," she said.

She turned around and opened a cabinet behind her. From the shelf, she took a neatly folded outfit. She unfolded it to show Jamie. It was a white cotton boiler suit similar to what spray painters wear. It was a one-piece garment with long sleeves and legs the came down to his knees. It was designed for digitigrade mammals in mind. When the receptionist flipped it around. Jamie could see it had a long back zipper and a small hole for tailed critters.

"You put it on from this back zip," she said.

The poodle unzipped the outfit. To show Jamie the interior. It appeared quite mundane. The only strange feature was the pair of reinforced round metal eyelets at the top back collar where the zipper started. The oversized ring on the zipper pull was also something different. As she zipped it back up, Jamie noticed that the eyelets crossed over one another and lined up perfectly.

"The catch is you can't wear any of your street clothes under this. It's a kind of ice-breaker you're nude but fully clothed at the same time. It really weeds out the gawkers who come in just for a peep show. Not that our patron's mind being seen it's just that we're not a zoo." said the poodle.

Jamie considered this. The suit didn't seem too sexy or form fitting but at the same time he would feel a little vulnerable wearing it.

"That being said you don't have to wear it. You have been vetted after all, but you can get a night of free drinks, something that the other first timers don't get." said the poodle.

"I assume you have a place to change and somewhere to store my things," asked Jamie.

"Yes, it's right through here," she said pointing to a door on the right.

Jamie could see a door on the left too. It looked like the regular entrance to the club.

"The change rooms lead into the club and bar area. There are lockers, rental is free, and all you have to do is remember your unlock code. If you do forget don't hesitate to ask me or any member of staff for assistance," said the poodle.

Jamie made his choice. He was going to wear the outfit and get into the spirit of adventure. The receptionist handed Jamie the boiler suit, and he thanked her and headed off to the door on the right.

"Enjoy your evening," she said as he passed through the door.

The fox quickly found the locker room and changing area there was one for males and females. The inside of the male change room looked like any other change room nothing jumped out at Jamie that said fetish club. This filled him with a bit of relief. He found a touch display for the locker rental, but he was going to change first.

He stripped out of his street clothes but stopped at his underwear. He paused for a moment to decide if he was going to cheat and have some level of modesty. In the end, Jamie chose to strip nude like he was told. He quickly dressed in the boiler suit. The fox had no hassles putting it on. He used the touch screen to rent a locker he placed everything he owned inside. The boiler suit had no pockets, so he had to leave his phone and wallet in the locker.

It must have been why they got the first timers to wear it so they wouldn't bring in their phone out to snap photos of the patrons. Jamie was glad this place seemed to take privacy seriously the last thing he wanted was to feature on someone's social media account. Not that his current outfit showed anything. Jamie looked in a mirror in the change room. His sleek foxy form was covered by his boiler suit, and the garment wasn't at all revealing. It felt better to be clothed again.

He exited the change room and headed for the club itself. As he walked down the corridor, he noticed two rooms both marked as a shower for male and female respectively. It did strike him as an odd addition to a night spot but so were the change rooms. The fox walked out a door at the end of the corridor. He was now in the club propper.

The club had many tables, and the central space was dominated by a large bar. There were around thirty furs of various species. Foxes, wolves, otters, birds and even a couple of dragons. Some were dressed in leather harnesses, while others wore only jockstraps. Some wore regular clothes that would fit in most places. Nobody was fully nude or doing anything naughty.

A male otter dressed in only a jockstrap walked over towards Jamie. "Hello handsome, welcome to Out of the Blue. My name is Max, and I'm one of the staff here." said the otter.

Before Jamie could answer, a sharp click noise sounded. Jamie spun around. Behind him was a coffee coloured cougar. He was dressed in latex shorts. He had what only could be described as a Cheshire cat grin on his muzzle.

"That frisky feline is my boyfriend, Toby. He also works here, and he has just added the finishing touch to your outfit," said Max.

It was then Jamie noticed an extra weight on the back collar of his garment. Jamie felt around with a hand paw and discovered a padlock. The padlock had been threaded through the eyelets and the large zipper pull on the back of the boiler suit. It locked him inside his clothing. There was no way to unzip himself with the lock in place.

"We are locking you up for your own safety. A slinky fox like you would surely end up as someone's pet otherwise," purred Max.

Jamie felt himself grow flushed. All this was new. He had never played bondage games before. What did they have in mind for him?

"We have prepared an appropriate spot for you tonight," said the otter.

Max lead Jamie through the club towards a table. The large table was already occupied with a grey wolf. The wolf was the only other patron who was wearing the Out of the Blue boiler suit. The table had a glass top and metal supports. There were six barstools placed around the table three on each side. Each barstool had a transparent acrylic seat and metal legs.

The table was set up near the bar in the centre of the seating area. The club could hold more people, and most of the places were empty. It must be a quiet night. The wolf was sitting in the centre of the three stools nearest the bar facing away from it. Jamie was ushered to sit opposite him in the centre stool. He faced the bar so he could see two more bar workers working behind the bar.

The wolf was halfway through a large flagon of beer. He lowered his beer flagon and smiled at Jamie.

"Hello, you must be a newbie too. I'm Dante," said the wolf.

"Jamie," said the fox. He offered his hand paw to the wolf.

The wolf shook it and gave Jamie's paw a squeeze. He went back to his beer.

"So Jamie there isn't a drink in front of you. I'll have to fix that. What do you fancy?" asked Max. Max had placed his hand paw on Jamie's shoulder.

"I'll have a lemon lime and bitters," said Jamie.

Max went over to the bar and ordered while Toby took a seat next to Dante. Jamie was feeling a bit more shy than usual, so he kept quiet for the moment. Soon Max returned with Jamie's drink. He sat down to the left of Jamie. After a few sips of his drink, Jamie started chatting with Dante.

The wolf had some great stories. He was a lumberjack that worked half the year in the extreme north at a remote logging camp. All the while the drinks kept coming whether cocktails or soda or in Dante's case beer. Jamie was feeling buzzed but not drunk he kept his ratio of the alcoholic to non-alcoholic drinks quite high. He didn't want to get drunk and be removed. Dante stuck to his beers, and he had more of a tolerance than Jamie did.

Even Max and Toby joined in on the conversation. Max talked about his old job where he worked at a pool as a swimming instructor. It was how Max met Toby. He was very candid saying he had seduced Toby in the pool showers. Jamie found it refreshing being open about such things. The coffee coloured cougar was the shyest of everyone. He did have a joke here and there.

The two hosts kept Dante and Jamie entertained over the next few hours. Jamie thought this was like one of those maid cafes in Japan. With a personal waiter looking after you. It wasn't something he was used to. He soon grew accustomed to this service as yet more drinks arrived. It was as if their hosts were under orders to keep a glass in front of them at all times. Jamie had slowed down on his intake, and even the wolf had gone with a soda this time.

Halfway through his soda, Dante straightened himself on his barstool. "Do you know where the men's room is?" he asked.

"It's right through that door," said Toby as he pointed across the room.

Max giggled.

"What's so funny?" asked Dante.

"Did you forget already?" asked Max after he finished giggling.

Dante paused as if in thought. "That's right the padlock," said Dante after a moment.

The wolf ran his hand paws up to the back of his neck and felt around. He tugged the zipper it was locked to a padlock just like Jamie's suit, and he couldn't pull his zipper down either.

"Can I have the key, please?" asked Dante.

"Your's is a timed lock it will open itself when the timer expires. I only have a key for Jamie's padlock," said Toby.

Dante's expression dropped. "H-how long before the timer expires," he said. He licked his chops as if they were suddenly dry.

"Why do you want to know?" asked Max. His grin growing larger.

"I need to pee," said Dante.

"Well, I hope you can hold it for another hour because that's what your timer is set for," said Toby.

Jamie watched as a look of panic formed on the wolf's muzzle. A thrill shot down Jamie's spine with all those beers he had been drinking would Dante last?

"What's the matter wolf? Don't you think you can hold it that long?" asked Max.

Dante stayed silent.

It took a little while for the conversation to return. Both Dante and Jamie were pretty quiet, and the had not touched their drinks since Dante first spoke up. Not that it was going to help them they had both drunk copious amounts of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages. Still, Jamie wasn't eager to place himself in the wolf's position.

Jamie couldn't help but watch Dante. The wolf had his legs crossed and at specific points when he thought no one was watching he would press his hand paw down to his crotch and squeeze himself. With the glass table top, there was no hiding what the wolf was doing. Jamie could feel a slight twinge between his thighs, but it was nowhere near as severe as how Dante's bladder must be feeling.

It didn't take much longer for Dante's desperation to grow. He was getting jittery and now had a hand paw lodged permanently between his thighs. Jamie was drinking in the scene if he had not been so focused on Dante he would have noticed a couple across the way, a bluejay and a tabby cat watching on with as much eagerness as Jamie. In fact, many of the other patrons were doing the same.

"Aww, our new wolf friend has gone all quiet," said Toby.

"Yes, he's not guzzling his drinks anymore," said Max.

"H-how m-much longer," said Dante. His voice came out in a stutter, and he clamped down on his groin tighter.

"It must be getting hard to keep it all in Dante. The feeling of urgency, all the hot wolf piss begging to be released," teased Toby.

Jamie's cock was coming to life. This was getting hot. He took in deep breaths as he watched Dante struggle.

Max leaned in and whispered into the nearest of Jamie's pointed vulpine ears. "At the pool, I used to just love putting whispered teases and hisses into the ears of those I knew wanted to pee. I caused so many accidents that way."

Max ran one of his hand paws up and down the inside of Jamie's leg. "I can tell it's something you enjoy too. Keep watching our wolf closely. He is about to have an accident. I can tell when someone is about to burst," whispered Max.

Jamie's muzzled heated up knowing that Max was onto him. His vulpine cock grew even harder. He was thankful for the baggy boiler suit hiding his excitement. Jamie wasn't the only one excited a few of the bar's other patrons were giving themselves discrete touches or adjusting their pants that had become a little too tight.

"Please tell me how much longer. I can't hold it much longer," Dante whimpered.

"We could tell you but watching you try to keep that thin cotton boiler suit dry is just so much fun," replied Toby. The coffee coloured cougar sounded very excited. His enormous grin was plastered over his muzzle.

"Hisssss..." Max said aloud.

Soon Toby joined in at hissing at Dante. The wolf was in a near frantic state opening and closing his legs trying to do anything to hold his bladder.

"Please take it off. I'm going to..." said Dante.

He stopped mid-sentence as a new hissing sound was heard it was coming from Dante's crotch. Everyone went silent. Jamie stared down through the glass tabletop as a wet patch was forming in the bottom half of the wolf's outfit. Dante removed the hand paw that he had been pressing into his crotch. It was then Jamie could see Dante's hot wolf piss bled through the fabric that covered his lap. It happened in seconds the white cotton fabric growing dark as Dante began wetting himself.

Dante looked mortified entirely. He placed a fist into his maw to shuffle a moan. His accident soon flowed down both of his legs. It tainted the cloth as it went. His lupine piss trickled out from the legs of the boiler suit and piss began dripping over his foot paws. The drips soon became rivers. His wolf piss streamed down from the chair and ran over his foot paws to fall onto the floor. Everyone was silent as they watched Dante flood his garment.

Around his crotch, the thin cotton had gone entirely transparent. Jamie's maw dropped open as he had a full view of Dante sheath and his balls as his cock just kept erupting in a full strength stream. There was so stopping and flow. The puddle continued to grow under the wolf. It took about a minute for the wolf's overstuffed bladder to thoroughly drain.

When the flow finally stopped Max gave Jamie's erection a playful squeeze just before the room erupted into applause. The room seemed impressed by the wolf's performance. As the applause died down Toby patted Dante's head and shoulders. The wolf seemed to relax as the cougar stroked and caressed his head fur. Jamie could see the tension fade from Dante muzzle.

"You were so good everyone loved your show," said Toby.

"Now Toby, please escort our wolf friend to the shower," said Max.

Dante got to his feet paws. Jamie couldn't help but ogle at the translucent cotton revealing the wolf's plump sheath and when he turned to leave his tail hole. Danite's rump was promptly covered by the wolf's tail tucking itself between his legs. Most of the bottom of the wolf's outfit was thoroughly soaked. Of the bottom half of the gear, only the outside edges of the thighs were dry.

Toby and the wolf left out the way Jamie had initially come in. The two other bar staff came in with a mop and bucket and began cleaning up Dante's mess. One took the chair away the other started mopping up the giant puddle of piss.

"So enjoy your night so far? It's rare that we have two critters wear our all-embracing boiler suits in one night," said Max.

Jamie didn't answer. He was overcome by embarrassment. Max knew just how excited he got seeing Dante wet himself. It wasn't something the fox had shared with anyone before. It was why he was here, to hopefully catch some watersports or piss play. He had never expected to be part of a bladder desperation scene and on his first night.

"You'd be surprised what I have seen at the pool," said Max.

Jamie looked towards Max.

"Jamie you seem to be into piss play. Have you ever been naughty at the pool and taken a leak where you shouldn't have?" the otter asked.

"What do you mean?" asked Jamie.

"What I mean is, you've been swimming for a while, and you need to pee. You have just gotten out of the pool, and while you are dripping wet, you do a quick wee in your swimsuit. It's right in front of everyone, but the pool water is still running down your body, concealing your activities," said Max.

"I have done so once. It was only because I didn't want to piss in the pool. I didn't want to be gross," confessed Jamie.

Jamie shifted in his seat his bladder was starting to drift into the annoying category. However, he didn't want to let Max know, so he spread his legs open and rooted himself firmly still on his barstool. Jamie could tell Max was scrutinising him. The otter was looking for the signs that he needed to pee. Jamie knew he would probably have to wet himself before he left the club tonight. It wasn't that he did not like being Max's captive for the evening, but the feelings of shame and embarrassment were enough to prompt the fox to hide his needs.

"You'd be surprised how ashamed people get about stuff that almost everyone does. One time, in particular, I was teaching a group of four furs in the adult swimming class. There was a coyote, a ram, a wolf and an otter. Of course, the otter was the strongest swimmer, so he wasn't any trouble. I was coaching the ram because his horns slowing him down in the water. I noticed he was agitated so I asked him why. The dude said he needed to pee," said Max.

"So you locked him in a boiler suit until he pissed all over himself?" interrupted Jamie his tone dry.

"No. I whispered into the ram's ear. To climb out of the pool and at the top steps while you are still dripping wet to take a leak. He was sceptical but when I told him that's what we otters do he went along with it. He climbed up the steps and let loose once he had left the pool. Only I could tell what he was doing. The ram took a nice long pee just casually like that," said Max.

Jamie listened to Max recount his story, but he was more focused on the growing need in his own bladder. The barkeeper continued mopping up the piss puddle on the floor. It took some self-control for Jamie not to cringe each time he squeezed out the excess water into the mop bucket.

"He was just the first. After about ten minutes the wolf dude was looking a little worse for wear. I knew exactly why. I still had to ask him, so I got close and whispered, what's the matter? His ears pinned back to the top of his head and he confessed he needed to pee. It was as if he was confessing to a crime," said Max.

Jamie wasn't about to confess his need to Max anytime soon. He kept his legs wide open as he sat on his barstool. He wanted to squeeze his legs together, but he knew that's what Max was after. The bar worker had done the job mopping up Dante's piss puddle. The other one had come back with a new bar stool. He placed it down again in the previous one's position. They both returned behind the bar taking the mop bucket with them.

"We all need to go. Some sooner than later. I said to the wolf 'I bet all this sloshing water is making it so hard not to be a piddle wolf. If you just let that bladder flow, I'll understand, and I won't tell anyone.' When he let out a sigh, I knew I got him. Just like with Dante. I held him as he pissed in the pool," said Max.

"So that's why you took the job here." added the fox.

"I must admit, yes. I can be much more overt with my teasing. The furs at the pool used to get all shy about taking a tinkle in the pool, and I'd reassure them it's okay. Mr coyote had the worst time of it. Well, this coyote was cute, and my gaydar was pinging like crazy. When I saw him jump out at the end of the lesson and walk awkwardly towards the toilets I just had to follow," said the otter.

"So what did you do to this guy?" asked Jamie.

"I didn't have to do anything the poor coyote wasn't going to make it. I could tell Mr coyote was barely hanging on. I have a knack for telling how desperate someone is to pee as you've seen. He was halfway to the men's room before his bladder finally gave out. It was right in front of everyone. That's when he let it all flow. Everyone could see. Everyone could see the growing puddle under him. He couldn't stop. It just kept flowing and flowing," said Max.

Max reached out and stroked the back of Jamie's head.

"The sight affected me like nothing I had ever seen. I knew that my teasing wasn't just that but a hidden fetish. You don't have to be ashamed of getting turned on by a hot wolf pissing himself without control. We all have our own things that just do it for us," said the otter.