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Notorious MBP by Pent Ghelsburg

Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is purely a coincidence. They are the original and rightful intellectual property of their creators. Some of them are depicted as underage. I use them with permission and respect. This work contains some sexual content. You have been warned.

"Fame isn't a profession,

it's an accident."

-Lauren Bacall

The stage is set. The lights blaze in front of you, blinding from an audience who might otherwise swallow you whole. The pressure is real and yet it's the same thing every time. You get up, you move on, and you perform the show without issue. All are in a night's work, right? Such is the way of things in the music business. Putting on a facade for the public to see often when they are more important issues to deal with.

Dip Patch was a young woman who lived in the limelight New York City. Big city life was all she knew from a very young age. At 23 years of age she had very recently moved out of her parent's place and gotten an apartment of her own. Though she didn't live in the city itself, she lived right outside of it among the sprawling suburbs near Jericho. However, even despite the short distance, it was always quite the challenge to get into the city itself since it was overpopulated.

Dip lived in the furry part of town, which wasn't far removed from human habitation. The young lady lived in the burrows amongst her lapine brethren. However, her roommate was a rodent who went by the name of Mandy. The two girls had met in high school and had taken a job waitressing together at a local bar. It was a bar right inside of a local bar known for it's live entertainment. It was pretty boring work but they usually made out like bandits when it came to tips.

The two had been working there together and had even made a friend with the bartender, a slightly older panda girl who went by the name of Paula. The three hit it off quite well, especially after they found they shared a love for music. They had even gone as far as to make a pop group using the initials of each of their names, covering an old girl group, the Donnas, music. They had been meeting every night for almost a year, not really doing it for anything but the enjoyment of music.

One night they approached the owner of the bar who was had been with the bar since he was a youngster. Now into middle age, the boar was considered a mainstay of the place since he often communed with the public on frequent occasions.

The man was sitting in his office with his feet on his desk as Dip approached him. Her two friends behind her as if the three had some sort of plan in mind.

"Mr. Bask, are you busy?" Dip scratched her head and nervously shifted on her feet.

The man leaned forward. "No, it's early. What's up?"

"We were wondering since you're live entertainment dropped out if we could put on a show?" The rabbit goaded her friends forward and put her arms around them.

The man hummed. "And what makes you think you're any good?"

"Tell you what. We'll work for free, all three of us. If we don't do good." Mandy nudged Dip on the side as she said that/

The man nodded and extended one of his hands out. "Deal. Don't disappoint me, girls. Show me what you got. I'll even let you practice until showtime."

"Thank you, sir. You won't regret it." She returned the handshake and then left the room.

Once they were out of the room, Mandy stopped her.

"Are you frickin crazy? No pay for one day? What if we screw up?" The mouse was literally shaking the other girl with her paws.

Dip brushed back her hair with her hand casually. "We'll be fine. Relax. We've been practicing for a while in case you forgot."

"Well, no kidding. But this is live. It's different." Mandy ground her hands together nervously.

The rabbit closed in near her friend and guided her hand over the smaller girl's shoulder. "Look, gal. It'll be fine. Just trust me."

"Fine...but you're helping pay my rent if we fall short." Mandy folded her arms defensively.

Dip patted the smaller girl on the back. "No problem, I can do that."

Of course, the bunny was thinking about other things entirely. She was just as worried as her bandmate was.

"Do we get no say in the issue? Aren't we a band?" Paula stepped up between the other two girls.

The rabbit looked to the bear. "I mean isn't this what you wanted? Hadn't you been complaining that the boss never gave us a chance?"

"I guess your right but...it would have been nice to discuss your plans. You need to consult with us next time." The panda looked down at the floor seeming disappointed in her friend.

Dip patted the taller girl on the back. "That a girl. That's the attitude"

The bear rolled her eyes and decided to play along with it. She knew that Dip would get her way regardless and she was hopeful it would work out. The three girls began walking towards the stage. At this time of day, the bar was vacant of people. Only a few people were about, many of which were barflies and a few locals were there for a quick drink. It was dark, despite it only being shortly after lunch.

It was a small bar with space for around 200 people if you squished them all in. Stools and high top tables littered the area with all sorts of band memorabilia and pictures across the wall. The most signature thing about the bar was it's mural on the ceiling. It was a spoof of the Simpsons Moe's Tavern and many people took it to be quite funny. Often, the employees taking cues from the show, and on more than one occasion they showed the cartoon on one of the televisions.

The girls could see the stage in the back. Already equipment was set up on top of it. A microphone for the singer, a guitar attached to an amp, and a set of drums to round it out. Dip led onto the stage and spoke into the mic. Unsurprisingly the thing wasn't set up yet and she had to fiddle with some of the wirings on stage to get it to where she could hear feedback again. Once that was done, she could hear all three instruments providing a sudden buzz from the speakers.

"Paula, can you help me with the speakers? They are giving too much static." The bunny looked over her shoulder and waved the older woman over.

The bear took over and turned the nobs a few times until the speaks no longer generated static. She had always been adept at these things and it took her only a few seconds. After she finished, she returned to pick up the guitar and began to tune it. Paula found it had already been pre-tuned and was pleased that she didn't have to mess with it. Already Many had begun practicing of her warmup on the drums. She was a hardcore drummer and always bit off more than she could chew.

Now they were ready to begin. Some of the crowd that was present in the restaurant area of the bar had begun congregating around the stage as they assumed something was about to happen. Dip huffed and looked out into the crowd, envisioning them in their underwear as she often did. It was now or never she told herself.

"One...two...three..." She whispered into the microphone

They began with the song; Who invited you which was always the first song in their cover routine. The audience beginning to bob their head to the catchy tune.

As the song proceeded Dip felt less and less nervous, especially once Paula took more of a commanding role in front of her. The guitar solo serving as a spotlight for her as the bear showed off her skills. Some of the guys staring at her as her skin tight jeans and black blouse left very to the imagination. The bunny clapping and goading her on as she watched the older woman enjoy herself, finding even herself to be impressed.

Once the song was over, the audience clapped in cheered. The group they covered, The Donna's, wasn't incredibly well known anymore so it was as if it were there own song. Regardless, they figured they had done a good job since it was apparent by the reaction of the other furs in the room that they wanted more. Even more apparent was that Dip could see the owner in the back eyeing them. She pointed and looked back. The other band-members understood what needed to be done.

Mandy took off her denim jacket and threw it into the crowd. One of the guys in the crowd caught it and held it up as if it were a prize. It was the mouses time to shine as she started her own solo leading into the song "Too bad about your girl." Surprisingly some of the people in the crowd began chanting along with the chorus of the melody, even clapping to the beat and bopping their heads up and down. It appeared that they were getting into the act.

The bossman could see how the crowd was reacting and smiled, though this wasn't really his music and he was trying to enjoy himself. But he was glad to see that the girls were both having fun and getting a good reaction from the crowd. After the song was through, the crowd cheered and roared for more. Some of the guys up front tried to get up on stage but a nearby bouncer was able to keep them from getting on to bother the band.

Dip decided to do something different for their third routine, taking off her leather jacket and spinning it around in the air as she showed four of her fingers in the air. The other girls understood this meant that they'd be skipping a song, picking up on Take it off. The bunny smirked and began strutting her stuff, stringing the jacket through her legs and then around her back. She acted like a stripper, even know she wasn't physically losing any clothes.

The rabbit was quite the show woman and even crossed into the crowd and threaded through some of the furs that had gathered around. One of the guys who had taken a special interest in her was rubbing up against her. Surprisingly, the rabbit caved in and even grinding her butt against him quite readily. The man, who happened to be a golden retriever, couldn't help but blush at the personal attention he had just received.

But it didn't last long and soon she moved on continuing through the audience. The next person she stopped by, Dip used her leather jacket and threw it around the smaller man and dragged it up and down his body as if it were a towel being used to dry him. The man was able to follow through her motion and shake around with him. Eventually, she returned the stage. In the back, she could see her boss holding up a single finger. Dip assumed it meant they had one more song to put on.

The rabbit held up all of her fingers, signaling for the big finale. The strongest song of their suit, Strutter. Again Paula took over with a much longer version of the drum lead-in to the song. It was their personal touch to the piece. This song wasn't known by the crowd but they tried following along all the same. As with the last few numbers, each of them played strongly and they made the whole place rock, ending with Mandy skidding on her knees on the stage.

The crowd roared and bossman nodded. They wanted more but old Bask shook his head and soon returned to his office.

"Thank you, everyone, that's all for now." Dip held up a peace sign and after the girls took a bow.

The people clapped and soon dispersed with only a few remaining. Mandy and Paula stepped to the side to have a little chat about the show. Dip ignoring them to return to her admirer among the remaining patrons in the group.

"Your a handsome one..." Dip approached the taller man and stroked his fur a bit.

The retriever blushed profusely. "Well, thanks. You're not so bad looking yourself."

"What's your name? Mine's Dip." The woman hugged him as if she'd known him for ages.

"Max. Your show was pretty amazing..." The dog was already getting rather worked up from the otherwise aggressive nature of the bunny.

"Maybe we should go somewhere more private?" She looked down and could see the obvious hardon in the man's pants.

Max nodded and said nothing as he allowed her to take him out of the bar. She forgot all about her obligations as her sexual needs were overriding any sense of reality she was facing right now. Now they were in the back and Dip began kissing his neck a few times and pressed him against the wall. Fortunately, they were blocked by another building and no one could really see what they were dong. The rabbit's hands stretched behind his back and began massaging his shirt into his back..

The dog closed his eyes, surprised that she was such a sexual deviant. Max was certainly not one to complain though as he was already rock hard. Soon her touch reached below his pants and caressed his butt and stroked his tail. Soon Max helped her out by dropping his pants to the floor. His loose boxers did him no favor and left very little to the imagination as he dropped them too to show off his fully erect red rocket.

Dip eventually moved her hands from his buttocks and lifted her shirt off. Guiding his hands so that they touched her chest and rubbed her breasts a bit. His touch was soft and fluid, making sure to rub her nipples and then caress the rest of her bosom. Max was no stranger to sexuality, and soon took lead allowing himself to explore into her pants and touched the hem of her panties. But dip wouldn't have that and pushed him away, instead shoving her body right on top of his.

The rabbit knew exactly what she wanted and kneeled down so that she was eye to eye with his crotch. Without delay, she took it into her maw and began sucking it. Max instinctively pushed his paws against her head and stroked her hair. Already he was thrusting into her mouth, finding it hard to deal with her increasingly aggressive advances. Dip bucked her head forward and backward, feeling his crotch become increasingly warm and throb even more.

Within moments he pre-cummed. Max closed his eyes, letting the pretty girl do as she wanted. She began sucking more intensely knowing that he was getting closer. It wasn't long before he released either. When he finally did, she willingly swallowed. Some of it dripping from her mouth as she pulled back. Dip wiped her maw and smirked with a huge grin, looking up at Max seeming pleased with herself.

Soon she stood up again and neither said a word. Dip instead gave a death stare to the retriever.

"Not a word to anyone. Clear?" She said in a commanding tone.

Max nodded and understood before they both redressed themselves and returned inside. Once back inside, Dip acted as if she didn't know the man. Max occasionally glanced over at her but said nothing. Dip returned to her fellow bandmates who had since returned to work. Neither saying much to her, having an idea of what she was up to.

Of course, they knew, Dip had always been a bit of sexual deviant so this was nothing different. That night went just as well as the afternoon did. They had a much larger crowd too, so they were pretty happy with the turnout. The rabbit looking for her favorite retriever, but not seeing him show up made her scorn herself. She began to despise that she had turned him away and wondered if she'd ever see him again. Though the show must go on...