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This story was written for Shakal as part of my themed Patreon request day for June 2018. This month's theme is "Breaking the Rules" and the story contains M/M sex between multiple consenting adults.

[center][b][u]Cover Charge[/u][/b][/center]

Benny had really, really wanted to see a show at the Meat Locker. He'd heard that their dancers were the hottest studs in the entire city, and the rabbit hadn't been able to get fantasies of what they looked like out of his head ever since. There was just one problem. The Meat Locker was a pretty damn exclusive venue, and even if you could get onto the guest list, the cover charge was [i]steep[/i]. But... perhaps, or so Benny had hoped, that didn't have to be an issue. Perhaps they wouldn't notice a single twinky black bunny slipping in through the staff entrance that hundreds of performers and servers and bartenders and delivery-folk must have used each and every evening. He knew it was wrong, he knew it was against the rules, never mind a couple of laws. Those stories he'd heard though, he had to see if they were true. He had to see those dancers, even if it was just the once, so that he could know whether his masturbatory fantasies about them were over-hyping reality, or whether he needed to replace the pale imitations of his masturbatory imaginings with some real memories to savour.

He'd done his homework. He'd figured out what the staff uniforms looked like from some pictures he'd found online, dark and blurry but sufficient for his purposes at least. He'd invested in those clothes from a local thrift store, and he'd figured out what times shift changes happened in order to work out when would be the best time of day to try and sneak inside and catch sight of a dance in person. Everything had been planned out and gone over in his head a hundred times before he even considered going over to the strip-club itself, and when finally the lithe rabbit got there in his neat, crisp and freshly ironed imitation uniform, he was utterly certain that he would be able to get away with his plan.

The rabbit made it a total of three steps into the Meat Locker before he felt a heavy hand land upon one shoulder, and looked nervously around to see a hulking zebra stallion in a black suit jacket glaring down at him. Upon a pin attached to the zebra's lapel was a single word etched into the silver material; '[i]Security[/i]', and as soon as he saw that, Benny's heart sank.

Thirty seconds later he was being marched through the surprisingly large and winding exterior of the Meat Locker, the rabbit able to hear the thumping bass of music and the occasional cheers, whooping and whistling of the club's patrons. They were fading though. Fading as he was led away, not towards the dancers that he had been so desperate to see. Then, another minute or so later, he was being shoved through a doorway and into an office. An office which the zebra did not follow him into, but which was occupied by a single figure seated at a large mahogany desk ornately carved with what looked like dozens of figures locked in a beautifully intricate and passionate orgy.

"Our cover charge is clearly listed on our website and all our other promotional materials."

The figure behind the desk, a slightly greying cheetah who despite being a little older than most of the men in this club was no less handsome for it, spoke matter of factly as he tapped at the surface of his desk with the end of a rather smart looking fountain pen.

"The front entrance is clearly marked, as was the staff only entrance through which you entered. You are dressed in what I presume is meant to be an outfit resembling a member of our service staff, and of course, you lack any of the mandatory staff identification that all members of staff are required to carry on their person at all times when arriving on the premises for a shift. This list of facts, alongside the camera footage of you loitering outside the entrance and waiting for a moment when there were other members of staff entering with whom you could try to blend in, would make the court case against you very swift indeed."

Benny blanched. Court case?! He stepped forward, shaking his head and wringing his hands nervously.

"P-please, I... I'll pay the cover charge."

The cheetah looked at him with a single raised eyebrow that said exactly what Benny already knew to be true. It was much too late for that.

"I'll... I dunno, wash dishes. Polish your stripper poles for you. I'll do anything. A-anything, I just... please, all I wanted to do was see your dancers at work. I didn't mean any harm. Please, don't make me go to court over this."

For another five or ten agonising seconds the feline male kept his eyebrow raised as his gaze peered over and through the twinky rabbit. Then, to Benny's shock and desperate relief, he chuckled and relaxed within his seat. He settled back into the chair's embrace, began to twirl the fountain pen between his fingers, and murmured an echo of a few of the words that Benny had already spoken just a few moments earlier.

"Polish our stripper poles..."

He glanced up and down the rabbit's dark furred form, closed his eyes for a moment, then stopped the twirling of his pen mid-spin. His eyes opened once more, and stared deep into Benny's own.

"If you're so intent on pretending to work for us... perhaps you might actually do a good job at [i]genuinely[/i] doing some work for the club. In exchange for a full evening of services, I think we might be able to look the other way about your breaking and entering. Assuming, that is, that you do a good job. Hell, if you do well enough... we might even put you on the guest list for tomorrow's show, if you haven't already seen enough by then."

Benny's eyes bulged, and he almost fell to his knees in relief and delight. He clasped his hands together as though in prayer and reached them out towards the cheetah in uncontrolled gratitude.

"O-oh my god. Oh my god thank you. I'll absolutely do anything you ask. I won't let you down! I swear to you. I swear it. Thank you again, t-thank you so much for this chance."

The cheetah let Benny babble for a little while, and only when the rabbit fell silent once more did he smirk and speak up again.

"Would you at least like to know what job it is that I have in mind for you? Something that should be fitting for someone as... eager to get to know our dancers as you seem to be."

The rabbit nodded hurriedly once again, nervous about what kind of demeaning or unpleasant job he was going to be given but knowing that it couldn't possibly be worse than facing a lawsuit or criminal charges over what he'd done to end up here. As the cheetah continued to smile though, and explained precisely what Benny would be expected to do, the rabbit stopped nodding. He simply stood, and stared at the cheetah in disbelief. In confusion. And, the more the cheetah explained his task for the night, the more Benny found the most impossibly dumb, goofy grin spreading over his muzzle until it lit up the entirety of his face.

If he'd known that this would be his punishment... if the world only knew that this was the kind of punishment that people who broke into the Meat Locker might face, no-one would ever, ever pay the cover charge again.

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"Ah, that... that'll do, cutie. Any more and I'm gonna pop before I even get up there."

The buff tiger's cock slurped its way out of Benny's muzzle rather loudly, and he tousled the black bunny's hair and ears as he stood up, tucked his now glistening and throbbing cock back into the silky purple thong that was all his body was dressed in besides a matching neckerchief, and padded off towards the stage opening. Barely thirty seconds later a booming yet slightly distant voice rang out over a loudspeaker, and the tiger turned to wink at the bunny as Benny knelt there on the floor, muzzle still open, panting so hard he could smell the pre-cum on his breath, and slowly jerking at his own five and a half inch shaft, barely half what the tiger he had just fluffed to full arousal had been working with.

"[i]The Meat Locker is proud to present, dancing next on the main stage for your entertainment and excitement, the great Antonio Brini![/i]"

No sooner had the tiger exited the backstage area though, the pumping beat of his music beginning to play throughout the club as countless voices cried out in longing and delight at the sight of him, Benny was joined by the next dancer on the main stage schedule. The tiger had been his fourth since he'd been led down and given a brief induction by his cheetah benefactor, and they weren't even half way through the night's set yet. That meant many more dancers still to grace the stage, and many more of them potentially needing to get worked up so that they looked their absolute best for the crowd.

Benny beamed, his cheeks flushing and his eyes bulging as the hefty bull who appeared to be next in line loomed over him, his cock already throbbing and fully erect but a devilish, hungry smile still spread across his features beneath the golden ring piercing through his nose. Matching rings were affixed to his nipples and one even ran through the hefty package of his balls, but Benny didn't have much time to admire them as the bull extended a hand and dropped something into the rabbit's outstretched palms.

It was a bottle. A small bottle whose design and branding Benny recognised instantly, having used it many times himself.

He looked up at the bull, swallowed thickly, then back down at that bottle of lubricant.

"[i]Yes[/i]!"

Minutes later he was bouncing, or rather being bounced up and down upon the bull's lap, the buff stud of a dancer holding the rabbit by the waist and lifting him up upon his cock, only to sink him back down onto its huge, thick, throbbing length with a grunt of effort. Benny's cries still echoed around the backstage area even though he had both hands across his muzzle, certain that if he hadn't not even the music and the cheers, the moaning, the crowd's excitement from the current dancer's performance would have been able to overpower the sheer intensity of his lust.

"Oh my god! O-ohh my god, I'm... I-I'm..."

He came so close. He came so very close to cumming hands free as the bull pounded his prostate mercilessly. But to Benny's horror, just as he was crying out into his paws in anticipation of that hallowed experience, the music on stage began to fade and the bull gave a grunt of his own frustration.

"Damn. You've got a nice ass. Almost forgot I'm on the clock there. Well, maybe I'll catch you afterwards if no-one pays to take care of this themselves."

He pulled Benny up and off his cock, and set the rabbit down on legs that immediately collapsed out form under him, so weak and quivering were they. He saw the rabbit stare up at him with hopeful delight, cock drooling and twitching, and chuckled dryly.

"Sorry, cutie. I was being flippant. Someone [i]always[/i] pays to get a shot of this after they see it on stage."

He stroked his glistening, lube-slickened cock just once, drizzling his own hand with a thick string of pre-cum, before slipping away from Benny and towards the stage. As he was announced by the loudspeaker system ringing out across the main body of the club, Benny could see the bull tugging on his nipple rings, his cock twitching and throbbing in delight each and every time as the buff male got himself more and more worked up. Finally he rushed out of sight like he was charging onto the stage ready to gore someone with his sharp horns, and as his music, surprisingly swift and seductive began to play with a flamenco style guitar, a snorting, bellowing cry of his unbridled passion rang out for the entire club to hear.

"O-oh god..."

Benny moaned as he wished he could watch the bull dance, glancing down at his cock and seriously considering just grabbing it and jerking himself the brief remainder of the way to orgasm right there and then. Before the rabbit could do so though, once again he felt the sensation which by that point in the evening had become almost familiar of a large figure looming up behind him. He turned his head, smiling welcomingly, hopefully, eager to meet another dancer who was hopefully happy to fuck their way to full erection rather than simply be stroked or sucked.

His hands fell away from his cock, but still his shaft twitched as thought it was about to cum once again without any further provocation. His eyes widened, and a long, lingering whimper escaped the rabbit as he glanced from left to right, and saw not one, not two, not three, not four but five canines of various gorgeous, handsome breeds standing before him with a quintet of thick sheaths with reddish tips poking out of them already.

Five sharp pairs of eyes met with his as he looked across the dance group, and five muzzles grinned at him toothily in longing.

"Well?"

One of them, a sturdy Dalmatian, raised an eyebrow and gestured to his crotch, then to the men flanking him on either side.

"Cover charge skipper or not, the boss always says that anyone who can handle the five of us solo deserves a paid job here. So... if you wanna be able to afford the chance to see all the dances you want?"

He and his four fellow dancers all joined arms, lacing them around one another's shoulders and encircling the rabbit in a ring of muscles, grinning muzzles, sharp eyes, heavy, swollen balls, and cocks eagerly awaiting the attention they needed to rise to full mast.

"The crowd likes our knots out and throbbing right from the start. So, you'd better get started."

By Jeeves

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