Full Moon
Full Moon
It wasn't that I was a pervert or anything like that I just needed the money and the strip joint known as 'Full Moon' was the only place that would employ me so I had to take it. Moving cities was a hard choice but I had to do it. The club was nice though, being a male anyplace with a large amount of semi-naked girls was a good place to be. But it wasn't just the presence of barely clothed women the establishment itself was of a high standard. The booths the patrons sat in were of fine leather, it was strong enough to not tear by scales rubbing against them though. There was a main stage that occupied a vast amount of room, surprisingly though it only had one pole, this was confusing for me. Most of the gentlemen's clubs I had visited consisted of several small stages positioned in various places. Full Moon had that too but just that main stage drew my eye, even though it was currently unoccupied. I was waiting for the owner of the establishment to come and talk to me, I had no idea what she looked like only that she was a female. I felt my nerves getting the better of me, I was always like this when I was in a place like this. But all the seductive glances I was getting from the dancers was making me feel a little less nervous somehow, women seemed to have that effect on me. I stood there shifting my wait from foot to foot, my long border collie tail twitching to and fro. My nervousness was removed when I saw a lithe snake walk up to me, hopefully this was the manager. As she approached, her hips swaying seductively the way only a veteran performers could, I saw that she was indeed the manager. The snake woman was not nearly as scantily dressed as the rest of her girls, but her clothes still revealed more of her glistening orange and brown scales then hide them. I continued to stare at her my eyes travelling all over her body from her lusciously smooth legs to her ample bosom and back down again. It was obvious that she was no ordinary snake, most didn't have legs but this one walking my way did and man were they a set of legs.
"Are you Martin Assssskerly?" she asked, her fork tongue extending the s in my last name making it sound sexier than usual. I nodded meekly, "good I need you on the bar right away, the main show is about to start and the bar get busy just before it does." She walked off toward the aforementioned bar, the sway of her hips making her shapely rear jiggle slightly. Mezmerized by the sight I followed like a puppy. She opened the door for me, "Now you're staying till close you know, and don't you dare split after we close up boy. I want you introduce you to all the girls here."
She sauntered off to the main stage, as she did so I realized that I had never actually gotten her name. But I couldn't worry about that now as after I got into the bar I was assaulted with a multitude of orders. Quickly I went about making various cocktails and pouring at least twenty beers. Luckily there was another male at the bar with me, after I served the last of my patrons I walked over to the dragon. "Hey I'm the new guy, names Martin."
The big dragon looked down at me, my god he was big at least eight feet tall a whole foot and a half taller than me. "Pleased to meet you Martin, you're in for a real treat tonight boy," The dragon said nodding his head towards the centre stage. Slowly the lights started to dim until the entire venue was encased in darkness. All the patrons started cheering and letting loose with whistles. Obviously there was something good about to come from this darkness. Suddenly the lights burst on bathing the entire main stage in bright white.
On the stage was every female performer of the venue wearing all different types of trench coats. I was stunned by the great variety of eye candy that was on display. The music started to pick up, being the metal buff I was I recognized it as Bullet for My Valentine's Fever. The girls on the stage started to dance, to the great benefit of the customers of course. Though not a single one of the trench coat covered women had started stripping yet. As the song hit its pre-chorus for the first time the lights revealed a beautiful white Feline right in the middle of the main stage, she too was wearing a trench coat this one was completely black leather. Between each pause in the singing of the pre-chorus the dancers posed. The beautiful feline was obviously meant to be the main attraction of the entire performance. As the pre-chorus reached its peak with a series of three beats the girls undid the three buttons that held their trench coats on. Then as the chorus slammed in all of the performers flung their trench coats into the crowd. The only one I could see how ever was the goddess in the centre, as her black leather trench coat was flung off into the crowd her ultimate body was revealed. Her beautiful white fur was caressed with stripes and spots. The blue and black bra she wore looked at least two sizes to small with the way that it encompassed her massive chest. As she twirled and flirted with the pole in the centre of the stage I felt my already tight pant start to strain more with my quickly hardening member pushing forcefully against it tight cloth prison. I stared at the great feline goddess before me, then I saw her face. I knew this woman, her name was Tillitia or Tilly for short. She was an old friend from way back, when we were in school I had a massive crush on her but I was way too nervous to ever ask her out or anything. I was her friend for a long time, snapping out of my reverie I had realized that Tilly had left the stage and many of the patrons were leaving. I looked at the dragon who was also manning the bar with me.
"That is the only reason why all those guys come on a Wednesday. To watch our resident goddess do a special performance," he told me. "And now it's basically time to close up. So let's get to it." I was still very hard from the amazing show that I had seen, but luckily after talking to the dragon it had softened enough for me to be able to walk normally.
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After the last patron walked out the boss closed the doors and locked them. As soon as the click of the lock of the sounded the strip joint bustled with women. All the performers appeared from nowhere and I seemed to be the centre of the attention, I was surrounded on all sides by the girls. The giggling mass pressed in on me and I thought I was going to drown in a sea of questions and cleavage, not that I thought it would be an unpleasant death.