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Cover art by Bunnybits, character design by NeoShard. Used with permission.

Chapter 1

I pulled into the parking lot of the Lucky Paradise Gentleman's Club with a bit more mixed feelings than usual. Nothing about the club itself, of course. I actually loved dancing there. Been doing it for years. No, this was about who was in the passenger seat next to me.

"Ooh, is this it, Mom?" Lexie said excitedly. She pulled her phone out from where it was wedged under the waistband of her skirt and held it up to the windshield, snapping a picture of the small building's dingy, neon-lit facade. She was a cat like me, but solid grey like her long-missing father instead of black with white patterns like me.

I'd never brought my daughter here before, and for good reason. She was only fourteen, after all. But her school had sent her home with a 'bring your daughter to work day' kind of project, and as a single mom, what else could I do? I wanted her to do well in school, after all, didn't I? This probably wasn't the best place to be taking a fourteen-year-old girl, but that's the way things were, and there was no real way around it.

"Do you get a lot of money here?" "You have to take _all_your clothes off?" "What kind of people come and watch? Are they nice? Are they handsome?" "What's that sign mean when it says 'take a chance and get lucky'?" "Do you ever meet people you know?" "Do girls come and watch sometimes?"

I tried to keep up with answering Lexie's questions, but it wasn't easy. By the time I locked my car doors behind me, I was down to "Just wait and see, honey."

Thankfully, that seemed to suffice for now. I held Lexie's hand as I took her around the back of the building, to an unadorned steel door labeled only 'Employees Only - Do Not Enter'.

That led to the club's dimly lit back corridor, right past the little room - barely more than a closet - where Jake, the literal watchdog, was always diligently staring at all the camera screens. As was the usual custom, I slipped him a fifty as I walked by. That would ensure that he'd only 'notice' any breaking of the club's rules if some jerk was hurting me or trying to get more than he paid for. And although his eyebrows rose when he saw Lexie walking by as well, that fifty was apparently enough to keep him from saying anything about that, either. He really was a great guy. One of my favorite security guys at the club. I could get away with anything as long as I gave him that fifty each day ... or maybe a quick blowjob if I was broke at the beginning of my shift.

Just a little way past there was the entertainers' dressing room. I ignored the list of rules posted on the door, as I always did. This kind of job paid a whole lot better for anybody who ignored the rules in exchange for a nice tip here and there.

The dressing room was the only room in the whole place that was always well-lit, and the white linoleum floor only exaggerated the effect. It had a bunch of clothing lockers on one side and a bunch of little desks with lit vanity mirrors on the other, plus a few comfy chairs to relax in when taking a break. It was probably the cleanest room in the whole club by a long shot ... except for Kate, the opossum girl sitting in the corner with her legs spread and her tits flopped out, taking long draws from a cigarette.

"You're not supposed to smoke in here," I told her.

She craned her head to the side a little to get a better look at Lexie, who was now being shy and hiding behind me. "You ain't supposed to bring kids in here, neither."

I had no idea how someone as nasty as her managed to earn a living in this job. Some of the other girls said that Kate - her stage name was Chastity - would do anal and let guys cum inside ... and that she'd do it for the kind of money that would only buy somebody a half-assed blowjob from any self-respecting dancer. Well, dealing with her was just part of working the Lucky Paradise on Tuesday afternoons.

I ignored her, instead heading over to my locker. Lexie stayed right by my side.

Now ... what should I wear? The white lace panties and bra? No - I liked the way they kind of disappeared against my white belly fur, making me look naked even when I wasn't, but they weren't exactly flashy. The pink fishnet one-piece? It matched my pink heels really nicely, but no, it wouldn't do - two nights ago, some tomcat I'd been doing a handjob on had unexpectedly blown his load all over it, and I hadn't gotten around to washing it yet. It felt stiff and crunchy between my fingers. What about the little green micro-bikini? It had a nice way of bringing out the green in my eyes, and it had a nice way of drawing men's attention, since it was barely enough to cover my pussy bulge and the wide aureoles of my nipples - yeah, that would do. That would do nicely. I pulled it out of my locker and then grabbed the bottom of my crop-top, pulling it upward.

Lexie's eyes went wide when she saw me in just my bra and jeans. I'd actually forgotten she was there for a moment as I considered what to wear.

"Oh, um... You can turn around while I get dressed, I guess." Even as I said that, I knew it was dumb. There were mirrors all around this room. Hardly anywhere Lexie could look where she wouldn't see her mom naked.

Lexie surprised me, though. She shrugged. "I'm gonna see you naked pretty soon anyway, right?"

"Um... Right."

She leaned up against the next locker over and watched me with that oddly disapproving look teenage girls save just for their mothers. "Might as well go ahead, then, huh?"

I shrugged, making my tits bounce a bit, something I was only aware of because of the way Lexie glanced down at them. Well, fine. If Lexie wanted to see what I did at work, she might as well get an eyeful.

Rather than going for my jeans next, as I usually would, I went straight for the clasp on my bra instead, testing Lexie's resolve.

Lexie didn't so much as blink when the big black cups of my bra fell away, freeing my breasts to drop a little and wobble back and forth as I tossed the bra into my locker. Did she already know that I have fake tits? Or did she even know enough to tell the difference? Nobody who knew what was what could miss it, I had to admit. Not the greatest boob job, but it had been affordable. Still, they were big and round, and they jutted out of my chest stiffly. Lexie just looked at me blankly, as if it was no big deal.

Well, fine. Only now did I realize I'd been _hoping_for a reaction from her. It would have been some kind of validation. Oh well. If I paused too long now, that would make things weird. So I unbuttoned my jeans next, all five buttons down the front.

It was _still_a struggle to shimmy out of my jeans, even with all the buttons undone. These mommy hips of mine might be pretty good for making money at the club, but they were still pretty inconvenient to deal with sometimes. By the time I'd gotten my jeans halfway down my thighs, they'd pulled my black panties almost off anyway, so I just tugged them both down at once.

And there I was left standing completely nude in front of my daughter, who still wore her red ruffled skirt and white tank top, the wide straps of her sports bra showing clearly under the tank top's narrower straps. Lexie just looked at me, looked at me as if it was no big deal that she was seeing the very same pussy she'd once squeezed her way out of.

Alright, then. If it was no big deal to Lexie, why should it be a big deal for me? I tossed my jeans and panties untidily into the locker, then picked up my green micro-bikini.

It really was one of my favorite things to wear while working. Partly because it was so easy to put on and take off. The bottoms slipped up like any old pair of panties, but since it was basically just strings with a tiny bit of fabric in between, it was easy to get over my wide hips and snug it up perfectly into place. The top half was a little more difficult to do - I had to tie the strings behind my back where I couldn't see them - but as the night went on, I'd be able to simply pull down the little scraps of green cloth covering my nipples and tuck the fabric up under my tits. I could take it off and put it back on with a couple practiced flips of my hands.

"You're wearing ... that?" Lexie asked.

This question came in a much different tone, but I answered it anyway, "Of course. The more eye-catching the better, because what draws their eyes will draw their dollars, too."

"It's ... cute."

I grinned at her, inordinately pleased to hear that. "Do you want to try dressing up, too, just like me? Kimberly's really small, and I bet I could find something that fits you in her locker."

The happy moment was gone. Lexie shook her head vigorously. "Gross, Mom."

From over in the corner, Kate laughed harshly, which devolved into a bit of a coughing fit.

I really would have liked to turn around and tell her off for that... But what would it accomplish? The last thing we needed was more animosity between us, and how much could I say just because she laughed, anyway? Working in a place like this, it was a good idea to develop a thick skin and not let anybody get under it.

Today, I could skip the makeup counter, at least for now. Maybe I'd come back for touch-ups during my shift if anything happened to smear my makeup a little. Such things had been known to happen from time to time.

"Okay," I said to Lexie, "are you ready to go see Mommy at work?"

She looked up at me with what was probably a healthy amount of skepticism. "Sure, Mom."

Even though Lexie tried to avoid it a bit when I grabbed for her, she did eventually relent and let me grab her hand. I wanted her just a little more tightly under my control when we went into the floor of the club itself.

The ladies' dressing room opened into another narrow, dark corridor. The only other door leading off of it was the actual women's bathroom in the place. Already the music was loud, and the flash of colored lights was visible just ahead.

I glanced back to watch Lexie's first impression. It was more positive than I'd thought it might be. The lights played over her cute little kitty face as she stared, her eyes wide and sparkling as they darted all over the place.

I would have thought that the first place she'd look was at whoever was dancing on the stage, but when I looked over there, I saw why Lexie wasn't too overwhelmed with that. Nobody was up there right now. This early in the afternoon, the only other girl I could spot was Becky, the ewe with the big natural titties, trying to chat up a couple guys in one of the dark corner booths. Where was Mandy? She was usually here on Tuesdays, but I didn't see her anywhere. Had she already taken somebody into the champagne room?

"What do you think?" I asked Lexie.

"What?"

I leaned closer. "What do you think of the place?"

"It's really loud!"

"You get used to it. Come on." Pulling her by the hand again, I stopped by the DJ booth.

Gaige, the ever-present DJ, looked really relieved to see me. That probably wasn't a good sign. A moment later, he confirmed that. "Oh thank Goddess you're here. Mandy called in sick. Again."

Shrugging, I nodded. Mandy did that a lot. Usually at the last minute with no notice.

"Can you go on? Stage's already been empty for two songs, and I think they're getting tired of Angel." Angel was Becky's stage name. And yeah, I could see that. Some guys really liked her - her sheep body really did_have a magnificent and all-natural rack, and she had her wool shaved in a really cute way to show it off - but she was also kind of chubby. Not 'thicc' or 'curvy' - _chubby. She had a bit of a gut that stuck out almost as far as her tits, and everything about her would jiggle when she danced ... both the parts guys wanted to see jiggle and the parts they didn't.

"Sure," I told Gaige. Might as well get this started. Lexie was going to see me dancing sooner or later. Why not get over the shock of it first thing? "Put me on for the next set."

Before I could pull Lexie away, Gaige looked down at her. "Hey, who's the new chick? She's cute. Is she going on?"

"This is my daughter," I said with warning in my eyes. I wouldn't stand for him playing any of his little tricks with her. "She's just here to watch."

He raised an eyebrow. "She eighteen?"

I didn't bother responding - I just walked away, tugging Lexie along behind me. Better to just ignore things and let people think what they would. Easier to ask forgiveness than permission and all that.

I led Lexie straight over to the cushy seats around the stage - I'd want her close by so I could keep an eye on her, after all, and that's where she'd get the best view of what she came here for anyway.

The moment I set Lexie down in one of the seats, Jineane was there. She was the club's waitress every Tuesday, and as always the border collie bitch was all-too eager to please. Jineane must have assumed Lexie was a customer, because she bent down next to her. "Can I get you anything, hun?"

I squinted at Jineane. This sure wasn't improving my opinion of her. Then again, I'd never liked her, not since my first day. Why didn't she dance herself? She was really just leeching off the dancers, especially whenever I tried to start a private dance and she'd be there, asking if the guy wanted to buy me a drink. No, Goddess damn it - if I was thirsty, I would have gotten a drink myself. They didn't let us have alcohol anyway. And the club gave me money when a guy would buy a drink like that, but only half the money. It would be way better if the guy just gave me a tip directly and screw the club trying to take even more of a cut. And Jineane... The other waitresses would only do it a few times a night, but she was somehow always there, no matter how discreetly I tried to sneak off with a guy who wanted a dance.

My little moment of stewing about Jineane cost me, though. Before I got around to actually saying anything, Lexie beat me to it.

"Do you have orange soda?" Lexie asked.

"Sure thing, hun!" Lexie skipped off toward the bar - the non-alcoholic bar. Her tail wagged behind her the whole way.

"I don't think you're supposed to get free drinks," I whispered. "You didn't pay the cover charge to get in."

Lexie didn't seem to hear me. She was still watching where Jineane went.

And then it was too late. The music changed to an old Lions, Tigers, And Bears song I liked to dance to, one with a nice deep bass beat I could really pop to. Gaige's voice cut in through the intro. "Get your wallets ready, boys. If this body doesn't do it for you, check your pulse - because you might be dead. Give it up for Mittens!"

I hurried around to the other side of the stage and climbed the steps up. Despite Gaige trying to get some applause going, there was only a smattering of claps, maybe two or three. It was a Tuesday afternoon, after all. Hard to work up a lot of crowd enthusiasm when there were only a handful of guys in the club ... and probably half of them distracted by trying to decide if they wanted to take 'Angel' up on that dance or not. Pro: might get a chance to touch those big jiggly titties. Con: getting flattened by that huge fat ass bouncing in their laps. Tough call, tough call.

Besides Lexie, there was only one guy at the side of the stage. He'd already put a single folded dollar bill out in front of him. This was not going to be a big money-making dance. Tuesday afternoons never were. But I was going to put my heart into it, and not just because Lexie was watching. I always tried to dance my best, even when the club was totally empty. If nothing else, it kept me in shape and in practice for when the big tippers finally did show up around eight to ten, just before my shift would be over.

First, of course, wiping down the pole. I didn't always bother with that, but one of those times I hadn't bothered was another time when I went onstage after Becky. And there had been a greasy smear of Goddess-knows-what on the pole. Besides the ick factor, I'd almost slipped down and hit my head! Since then, I always wiped it down when going up after Becky.

I still tried to make it sexy, though. I swished my ass and tail side to side as I worked the cleaning cloth up and down the pole, stroking it like it was a big metal cock. Making eye contact with the one guy watching, I stuck my tongue out, pretending to lick the pole, though of course I never would. Gross. I knew exactly where that thing had been, and a quick wipe-down was not enough to make it that clean.

I finished wiping just in time for the beat of the music to really start dropping. Perfect. Tossing the washcloth aside, I started the dance proper.

First just a bit of belly-dancing with my back against the pole, sliding up and down it in time with the music. I spread my legs, closed them up again, spread them again, shook my tail. Yeah, I really had my one guy's attention now. These green panties always rode up and gave me some cameltoe when I moved like that, and he was staring right at it. Nice. Even some of the guys out at the booths had taken notice. I could only see their eyes glinting out at me from the darkness, reflecting all the lights that were flashing on me.

The music hit a really strong beat, and I dropped to the mirror-polished floor of the stage, sliding out along it until I was flat on my back. I humped up at the air a couple times, then pounded my ass onto the floor and raised my legs high above. My platform heels clacked even louder than the music, and I felt the little jiggle run through my legs. Just the right amount - guys always loved that.

Then I rolled over onto my belly and arched my back, sticking my rump up high like only a cat could, and I gave them all a little shake of my ass.

This was the part of the song that went into a little rap sequence from the bear ... I always forgot his name. Whatever. The important part was that my first song was almost halfway over. And I still had my top on! Oh for shame!

Well, a lack of dollars was always a good excuse. Especially on Tuesday afternoons. It was time to make things a little more personal.

Spinning around on my knees like a breakdancer, I came to a stop facing the lone guy next to the stage - a raccoon with some grey in his whiskers and a beer gut that he wasn't trying to hide in the slightest. Well, as they say, money is money. It all spends the same. I crawled languidly across the stage toward him, making sure to rock my shoulders and hold my arms together in a way that would push my tits out and make them swing a little.

Oh yeah - his eyes were locked onto my cleavage. I had him right where I wanted him.

I came up and knelt on the edge of the stage right in front of the guy. Damn his eyes went huge looking at me. I don't think I'd ever seen him before. Must have been new. Must have been the first time he ever saw me, too. Nice to see I could still wow the guys. I kept myself pretty thin and muscular; I was really proud of my flat belly and my round ass. And of course my tits. They had cost a pretty penny, but they were what really made the guys' mouths drop open.

Grabbing his dollar and pushing it behind me on the stage, I grabbed onto the strings of my top and started rubbing my tits together as I swiveled my hips around. But I only teased him. Ooh, was that a flash of a nipple? There was no way he could see it in this flashing light and be sure. I always slid the little patches of green cloth on my tits just barely not far enough to expose myself. And the whole time I was doing it, I was looking him right in the eye ... though he didn't meet my gaze. He was looking rather lower than that.

When I held out my hand and gave him a little 'come hither' wiggle of my finger, he knew what to do. He reached into his pants and pulled out another dollar. Just one.

Well, it would have to do. He wasn't exactly making it rain, but I'd have to do something to show him that tipping was worthwhile. New guys like this needed to be trained sometimes.

Coming close to him - almost close enough to touch - I slid my hands down onto my tits, squeezed them together for just a moment, and yanked the front of my top down, tucking everything down below the big round bulges of my breasts.

Oh wow, did he just bite his lip? Nice! I gave him a little shake and then the 'come hither' finger again. Was he trained yet?

Oh yeah he was! Now he reached hastily into his pocket and yanked out a wad of bills. All singles, and probably only five or so, but pretty damn good for a Tuesday afternoon.

I leaned in close. "What's your name?"

He said something I couldn't quite catch. Justin? Austin? Dustin? Something like that. The music was too loud.

"How's your day going, Shushtin? Enjoying the club so far?" I said the name quietly, deliberately letting the loud music cover it.

Again, he wasn't easy to understand. Something about "... a lot better now."

I giggled like whatever it was he'd said was hilarious. He smiled back. Time for me to give him a little reward for his generosity. "Ass or boobs?"

"Boobs!" That was clear enough, even over the music. He was getting excited.

In a well practiced move, I reached out and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up and closer until he stood next to the stage. I made sure to press his arms down against his sides - no gropes just for five bucks - and turned his hat around backward for him. Then all I had to do was lean forward and press my tits against his face.

For the cheapskates, I'd just bop them back and forth a little, but five bucks wasn't bad. I gave it to him nice and slow rubbing my fluffy white chest fur up and down against his nose while my tits slid over either side of his muzzle. His whiskers tickled me a little in my cleavage.

When he turned his head to the side a bit and tried to lick my nipple, though, I pulled away from him. "Nuh-uh-uh," I told him. "Why don't you see me for a private dance later, instead?"

A girl had to have standards, after all. Five bucks was pretty good for when the club was this slow ... but it was still only five bucks. If he wanted to suck on some titties, he'd better shell out for a table dance at least, plus a good tip.

The music changed suddenly. Had it been three minutes already? It seemed like a really fast song this time.

Now the music changed to something more techno with a really deep beat. I didn't recognize it, but it was definitely some real bump-and-grind stuff. Well, I could work with that.

I flipped back up to my feet, almost teetered a bit on my high platform heels, but I'm pretty sure I managed to end up making it look like a sexy swagger of my hips. And since that set the theme of it, I swung my hips exaggeratedly side to side as I made my way back to the pole.

For a little bit, I 'made love to the pole', as the old skunk who ran the club would tell new girls to do. I slid up and down it, pressed it between my tits, turned around and bumped my ass against it like it was fucking me doggie style.

And when I was turned around like that, I saw that I wouldn't have to wait and beg for another tip like I thought I'd have to. One of the guys who'd been talking to Becky walked up to the stage, tossed a dollar onto it, then walked back with a little wave.

Aw, how sweet. It was always nice when the guys who weren't right up next to the stage still threw some tips in for the show they were watching ... even if they were watching it from a little farther away. And if he was willing to pay for the show, why not give him a show?

Usually in the beginning of the second song, I'd really start teasing all the guys around the stage. Pulling my panties _almost_all the way down, then tugging them back into place, pulling them to the side just for a brief flash they wouldn't really be able to see in the strobing lights, that kind of thing ... and I'd keep it up until I got some decent tips on the stage.

But for a Tuesday afternoon, even one dollar was a decent tip. How much could I expect with so few guys in the club?

So I sauntered over to the part of the stage closest to those guys. It just so happened to be the part of the stage right in front of Lexie as well ... but there was no getting around that. Over the course of the night, she was sure to see it all anyway, and she could always look away if she was too grossed out by seeing where she'd come from.

Right in front of my daughter, I turned around and got on my hands and knees, swishing my butt and tail to the music. And when the music hit a big beat, I reached around behind myself and yanked my panties down.

There was a little whoop back from the dark table where my generous tipper had come from. Good. So somebody was enjoying the show. And, actually, Lexie was still watching, too. Her face had an oddly neutral expression, but it looked like she was really taking it all in. Well, good. Maybe she'd do really well on that school report.

Now with my panties around my knees and my tipper satisfied, I got back up and started dancing again. The panties quickly worked themselves down toward my ankles, and I went through the ever-awkward process of getting them over my high heels. Then I flamboyantly kicked them to the side, over by the stairs. That was enough to distract most guys from the awkwardness of trying to shimmy out of them.

Now entirely nude except for my heels, I could really go for it, shaking everything I had for everybody to see. It was still fun. Liberating. The first few times I'd done it, I'd been terrified ... but now there was just enough thrill left in it to keep things exciting.

And, oh look! My raccoon friend at the other side of the stage had two dollar bills in front of him again.

I smiled at him and came over. With each step - timed nicely to the beat of the music - I snapped my upper body side to side, tilting it to the left, then to the right. Doing that was sure to make my boobs jiggle in an irresistible way each time.

But as I looked at him, I wasn't sure he even noticed. Because his eyes were locked lower than that, right down between my legs. Oh, so he liked this puss's pussy, did he? I gave him a grin he definitely didn't notice. Okay, then. I'd give him a closer look.

Once I got to the part of the stage closest to him, he started to get up, but I pushed him back down again, getting on my knees in front of him. Then I spread my legs apart, sliding my knees across the polished floor, and I leaned back.

His eyes opened wide as my legs did. I could almost swear I saw a reflection of my little pink slit in his eye. Obviously running on instinctive impulse at that point, he reached his hand out toward me.

That was something I'd seen plenty of times before, though, and I knew how to handle it. I caught his hand just in time, and instead of letting him touch me freely, I held his hand tightly within mine and guided him along. I didn't let him touch me, though. Not quite. I held his hand _just_out of contact, so close he'd surely be able to feel the heat of my pussy lips, but not close enough that he'd be able to touch me. I even gave him a nice 'o' face. Half-closing my eyes and letting my tongue hang out a little, I moaned as if he was already finger-fucking me, and I jerked his hand up and down as if he really was.

When I grabbed the two dollars off the stage and slid back to the middle of it, I didn't see any hint of complaint from him. He even tossed another dollar out as a little 'thank you'.

I winked at him and went back to shaking my hips, touching my tits and holding them together.

Gaige's voice cut in over the music. "That was Mittens, everybody! Give it up for Mittens!"

A little more applause this time, and another whoop from over at that table. Still hardly anything of course ... but Tuesday afternoon - what can you really expect?

Even though the song wasn't quite over yet, Gaige's little announcement was my cue to sweep up and get ready to leave.

Still kind of dancing as I did it, I went around the stage, picking up my dollars. All ten of them. Kind of pathetic, even if it only took me around six minutes to earn it. But dancing on stage was just the beginning, really. Just the advertisement for what I had to offer. The real money would come from private dances. I was pretty sure the raccoon who'd been by the stage could be convinced, though it didn't look like he was the kind of high roller who could afford to spend much time in the champagne room. Maybe that guy from the table, too. He seemed to like me, and maybe if he was the birthday boy or something, his friends would buy him some alone time with me.

Just as the song ended, I bent down and picked up my panties off the edge of the stage by the stairs. I waved them around like a handkerchief and blew all the guys a goodbye kiss before going down the stairs.

A new song began, and Gaige's voice came again: "Okay boys, I know what you're going to ask, and let me tell you, those are one hundred percent real. If you don't believe me, give her a big tip and maybe she'll give you a feel. Give it up for Angel!"

Becky passed me on her way up the stairs. "That was a really cute dance," she said on her way up.

I slapped her big jiggly ass as she went past me - the guys always loved seeing dancers touch each other, and I knew Becky was cool with it. "Knock 'em dead!" I said to her.

First things first - I had to shimmy back into my panties and pull my top back into place. For some reason, certain guys tended to get weird if they saw dancers walking around the floor of the club naked. Somehow, they thought that even the tiniest bit of clothing meant they had to respect you, but they'd grope you shamelessly if you were completely naked ... and then they'd get all surprised that you expected them to pay for the privilege.

Once I was 'decent' again, before I could go fish around for some dances, I needed to check on Lexie. I headed straight for her.

She seemed mostly distracted by Becky's dancing on stage. Not that I could really blame her. All that rippling and jiggling could get kind of hypnotic in a way.

I knelt down next to her just like how I would if I was chatting up a customer. "Hey, Pumpkin, how are you doing? Okay?"

Lexie glanced over at me, then looked back up onstage as Becky started taking her lacy top off. "Yeah." She took a noisy sip through the straw of her orange soda.

"Okay, Mommy's going to go around and see if she can get any private dances. You just stay here with B-- With Angel." Wow, had I really almost broken the stage name code? I really had to watch myself. That was not okay, not even if it was just with my daughter. Even though it was unlikely for anybody to overhear in an almost-deserted club with so much loud music, there were some real creeps out there, and it could end a dancer's career to have her real name become known. "Just stay put, alright?"

She suddenly snapped toward me again. "No! I have to stay with you and see everything you do at work!"

"Uh..." I didn't know how to respond to that. Dancing was one thing, but there were some things I did at work that just weren't suitable for a girl as young as Lexie to see.

Before I could come up with some way to respond to that, I felt a tap at my shoulder.

When I turned around and looked up, I saw a tall white horse in a green polo shirt and khakis. It even had his name tag on it, so I'd be sure to know who he was. Not that there was any doubt. It was Jason. One of my most regular customers - he came here almost every week, and he definitely had a thing for me. That shirt and pants was his uniform from the pawn shop just down the street from the club. How the hell a pawn shop employee could afford to come here every week and blow the kind of money he did every time, I didn't know. Maybe they got paid better than I thought. Maybe he had a side hustle or just skimmed from the shop. Not my problem, though. All I needed to concern myself with was how to separate him from that money.

"Um... Are you busy?" he asked.

I turned more toward him, but stayed down on my knees. And I even held my shoulders together in a way that would make my tits bulge outward. His crotch was just inches from my face, and there was no way his brain wouldn't be racing with the implications of that. "Not too busy," I purred. Being a cat, I was good at purring things. "Maybe you'd like a little dance?"

The position I was in must have been getting to him, because it took him a long time to respond ... and because there was a quickly-growing bulge in his pants. He nodded vigorously.

I stood up and grabbed one of his hands, holding it gently. "Okay, then, cutie. Come on over here."

As I started leading him over to the lap dance booths, though, there was a tug on my tail.

"I'm coming with you," Lexie declared.

I held my hand up in her face. "Oh no you don't. Stay here with Angel."

She planted her hands on her narrow hips. "You can't make me. I'm supposed to see everything you do at work."

I was about to go into a full mommy rant, but then thought better of it, given the current company. The last thing I wanted to do was weird Jason out and lose one of my best repeat customers. Though ... on the subject of weirding him out...

Leaning in close to him, I whispered, "Um, would it bother you if she comes along?"

He must not have got my implication, because instead of insisting that Lexie stay behind like I wanted him to, he shrugged and nodded. "I don't mind, I guess. She's cute."

How dare he look at my daughter that way? She was only fourteen!

A moment later, my mommy instincts subsided. Yes, she was only fourteen, but _he_didn't know that. And everyone was supposed to be at least eighteen in order to get in here in the first place, so wouldn't it be reasonable for him to assume she was eighteen and just looked younger? I had to let this one slide.

And it looked like I'd have to let things slide when it came to Lexie coming along as well. I groaned a little, probably inaudible over the beat of the music Becky was jiggling to. "Alright, alright. Come on, Lexie. But no touching."

As was the usual custom, I led Jason over to my favorite booth, pulling him along by the hand. As was very _un_usual, I had my teenage daughter trailing along behind him, making a little train of three.

One nice thing about slow Tuesday afternoons was that there was pretty much zero chance of my favorite booth being taken. Second from the corner: not too many rips or mysterious stains in the cushions, enough light for guys to see me and get horny, not enough light for the cameras to get a clear picture of what I was doing with those guys. Perfect.

Jason sat down there easily enough. He'd been in this exact booth many times before, after all. I plopped down next to him, leaning up against his shoulder in a way that just happened to press one of my tits right up against the bare fur of his arm below his sleeve. We both pretended not to notice, even though I'd done it on purpose, and he was obviously enjoying it if the swelling in his khakis was any indication.

"Don't worry," I told him. "We'll wait until the next song before we start." I said it like it was some special favor, even though it was only fair and it was something I'd do with any guy. You didn't get repeat customers if they felt like you were ripping them off by dancing for only half a song. This was the part where I'd usually ask some stupid boilerplate questions about their name or what the special occasion was, or what they did at work ... but I already knew all of that about Jason. So instead I asked him, "How's your day going? Darla still being an asshole?" Darla was Jason's boss at the pawn shop, and complaining about her was usually enough to keep Jason talking for a long time ... and it also made him horny for some reason. I'd never seen Darla, but I figured she must have been as hot as she was bitchy.

Before he could answer, though, Lexie reminded me of her presence by plopping down on the little padded footstool thing in front of the booth. She sat there, facing both of us, and just stared blatantly.

"So, um..." Jason licked his lips nervously. "Who's the new girl? Is it an internship kind of thing or...?"

"She's not on the menu," I said quickly and decisively.

"I'm working on a school report about what my mom does at work." Lexie smiled proudly.

"So..." Looking between the two of us - though more at my tits than at Lexie - Jason cringed just a little bit. "Like, um a college thing, right? Maybe some kind of feminist studies class?"

Lexie shook her head. "Actually, I go to--"

The next song was starting, and I threw myself into Jason's lap. "Song's starting, honey," I whispered in his ear, pressing my tits against his chest. "You ready?"

Thankfully, that was more than enough to distract him from any curiosity about Lexie and her age. Having a body like mine rubbing up on him tended to do that to a guy. Pretty much the most distracting thing in the world to the male brain.

Jason's hands slid down his own legs to reach and touch the fur of my thighs. He'd had lots of dances with me before. He knew what I'd let him do, and I knew how much he was likely to tip if I let him. Still, with Lexie watching... I didn't want to set too bad of an example for her, did I?

"Oh Goddess damn it, you're so hot," he said under his breath. I had to read his lips, or there was no way I'd hear him over the music. I could feel the stiffness and the heat of his cock through his pants.

And I rubbed myself shamelessly against it. My pussy had grinded against a lot of mens' crotches in my time ... but Jason was one of my favorites. Surreptitiously, I reached my hand down in front of me and grabbed his girth through his pants. "You've got such a great cock," I said to him just as quietly. It was the kind of thing I might say to any guy to get him going, but with Jason, it was true. The expression 'hung like a horse' didn't come from nowhere.

But I had much more up my purely metaphorical sleeves than just grinding on his lap. I let my legs slide down against his, sliding down the front of his body. As my chest went down along the front of his body, he let his hands slide up along my sides ... and they just happened to brush along the sides of my tits, too. It was a little game we played. Technically, touching wasn't allowed at all in the club. But if it was just on accident...

Once I got a little further down, I had a little 'accident' of my own, brushing my face along the length of his cock through his pants. I could feel him lifting his hips up toward me, even though I couldn't hear the cute little moan he was no doubt making. He always made the cutest little sounds.

When I got all the way down on my knees, taking my tits out of his reach, I spent a nice long moment practically fellating him through his pants, leaving a nice lipstick mark there. I wondered if he had any wife or girlfriend back home to explain that to. He'd never told me.

Then it was time to turn around and slide back up. And that involved looking my daughter right in the face as I slid back up Jason's body, as his hands slid back down mine. Once again, he used the opportunity to graze the sides of my tits a little. Seeing Lexie right in front of me almost gave me pause. Had I forgotten she was watching already? But I managed to keep my cool and keep up the show for my customer.

I leaned back hard against his chest, rubbing my ass between his thighs and brushing my cheek up against his so he'd feel the heat of my breath. And that's when I pulled the little fabric triangles of my top down beneath my tits, giving him a nice view from above and behind - the same kind of view I got when looking down at myself.

Jason moved his hands around my hips, then up onto my belly, and then slid them right up to where he'd no doubt been meaning to go in the first place: my tits.

Before he could get the nice big squeeze he'd been going for, though, I pushed his hands away, back down to my thighs.

"Hey, what gives?" he said.

"Not in front of my--" I stopped myself before admitting that she was my daughter. "Not in front of her."

When I turned around and rode his lap, though, he tried again. This time I let him sneak in a little touching, as much as I thought he could get away with without Lexie seeing. Lexie took another loud sip from her orange soda.

"Fuck," he mumbled, "you have such amazing tits."

Lifting myself a little higher, I thanked him for the complement by pressing my tits up to his face, where he gladly motorboated me for a little bit, then latched his lips onto one of my nipples.

This time, I let it happen. Jason was a good guy, and I knew he was always good for a fat tip. And besides, I'd already done _way_more than this with him in the past. Not to mention, well, I'd always been kind of a sucker - so to speak - for nipple play. It tended to get me going.

Maybe Jason knew me well enough to know that. Because he sure seemed to like the way I rubbed my bikini-clad pussy against his cock through his pants. One of his hands wandered down and grabbed a great big handful of my ass, and he started pushing me back and forth.

I let him. Damn this felt good. I always kept forgetting how nice it was to have a good fuck. And I hadn't been in the club since Saturday night, so maybe I was getting a little bit thirsty for him, but who cared? As long as we were both enjoying it, as long as the security cameras weren't being watched too closely, as long as I was getting paid... Fuck it - fuck me! I reached down and unbuttoned his pants, then reached for the zipper, ready to--

"And that was Angel, everyone - give it up for Angel!"

Wait, was Becky's second song already over? That meant the song for my little lap dance with Jason was also over. Shit.

"Next up is _Chastity!_Let me tell you, guys, she's worth tipping. Just how worth it? You'll have to try it and find out!" The music changed to the kind of country jangles that Kate liked for some reason. I knew that opossum was about as country as a ninety-fifth floor penthouse suite, but Goddess above, did she ever love her honky-tonk ballads about pickup trucks and dive bars. Crazy bitch.

Reluctantly, I slid off Jason's lap, sitting down next to him in a way that let him still keep his hand on my leg. I didn't bother putting my top back in place. He didn't bother pretending to look anywhere else.

"You want to keep going, honey?" I said to him, already sure that he'd want more. But if I went for another dance without asking, I wouldn't be able to blame him for trying not to pay for it. Not that he would. Jason was always good for it. One of the things I liked about him.

But he surprised me a little. "How about a little private time?"

Wow, so he was in a hurry today or something? Usually he liked to hang out and relax for a while, maybe even get a dance with one or two of the other girls, before he'd head to the back room with me. Then again, considering which other girls were available today, maybe he just wanted to stick with me. Maybe if Mandy was here today, he'd fool around with her a bit, too. Or maybe he really was just in a hurry, as thirsty as I was.

I licked my lips, putting on a little show for him and coming close to his face. "Sure thing, honey." I came even closer, rubbing his shoulder. Then I added in the little reminder: "It's twenty-five for the dance."

Jineane must have had some kind of psychic sense for guys getting their wallets out, because she was there in a heartbeat. "Would you like to buy the lady a drink, sir?"

Making eye contact with him, I subtly shook my head.

"I'd rather just give it straight to her, thanks."

Oh thank goodness. He'd gotten the message. The last few times he'd been here, he'd bought a me an unwanted drink every time. Jineane shrugged and went off in search of other prey to waitress herself at.

And Jason was as good as his word. He'd normally give me a flat thirty for a lap dance, maybe thirty-five if I reached into his pants or let him touch my pussy. But this time, he gave me forty - his usual lap dance plus what the drink would have cost.

Oh yes - I was going to be very good to him in the champagne room. "You need to go to the ATM first?"

"Nah, I've got it."

I reached down and gave his cock a blatant squeeze through the pants. When I bit my lip a little as I did so, it wasn't just an act. He really_did_ have a fantastic horsecock. "Well come on then, let's--"

As I turned to lead him toward the back, I ended up face-to-face with Lexie.

Lexie took another sip of her orange soda.

"Lexie, um, why don't you..."

She gave me a withering look. The kind of look that was just swelling_with teenage disappointment. But there was also steel behind it. I knew there was no point in arguing things. She was convinced she had to see _everything I did at work, and she wouldn't be satisfied until she did.

I looked back over at Jason. "Um... You don't mind if she comes along, do you? She's not going to do anything. Just watch. And she won't get in the way."

He paused for a moment. "And we can still ... you know?"

Leaning in close to his ear - closer than was probably necessary to prevent Lexie from overhearing, given the volume of the music, but I was getting a little bit paranoid - I whispered, "Put an extra hundred in the tip, and I'll let you cum inside."

The size of his grin and the way his eyes lit up told me his answer clearly enough. And why not? I was on the pill, and I knew Jason well enough to know that he was safe.

I led my little train of three over to the DJ's booth, where Gaige kept a few of Jason's folded twenties for the club's fee, then handed the rest to me and started the timer for us. That would be a nice two hundred and twenty for me ... but I knew quite well that if I treated Jason right in the champagne room, that much would only be the beginning.

When we walked past the DJ booth toward the champagne room, Gaige reached out and grabbed Lexie's shoulder.

"Hey!" Lexie shouted, almost spilling her soda. "What the yiff? Hands off!"

"Where do you think you're going, kid?" Gaige said.

I looked back at the two of them. I knew I had a choice, and I knew I had to make it fast. Why I chose the way I did, I'll never know. It just seemed instinctive, like it was obviously the right thing to do, even though it probably wasn't. "She's with me," I said loudly enough for him to hear me over the music.

Gaige stared at me for a moment longer, still holding onto Lexie's shoulder. But then he shook his head slowly and let her go. "Alright, Mittens, but it's on you."

I sat down with Jason on one of the much more private booths in the champagne room. These booths had a curtain that could be drawn around the outside, and I pulled this one's closed.

That didn't stop Lexie from nosing her way in through the gap in the curtain, though. She sat down on the little footstool. These booths were just like the lap dance booths, and they had the same little stools in front. Those little stools made certain things much easier for dancers like me. Lexie took another sip.

Trying to ignore her, I sidled up to Jason, running my hand up and down his chest, and I slid one of my legs up and over his. "Now that we're in private, what would my big stud like?"

He looked at Lexie. "Uh... It's not really private, is it?"

"Don't worry about her." Moving my hand downward, I deftly slipped it below his waistband. And since his top button was still undone, I could get in pretty easily.

A little stroking of my hand directly against his cock convinced him very quickly to forget about Lexie. His eyes went to me, and that's where they stayed.

After that, it was easy enough to pretend that Lexie wasn't there - for both of us - even when she noisily sipped from her orange soda from time to time. Because even if it was something Jason and I had done together quite a few times, it was always special. It always tended to take all of our attention away from everything else.

I kept hold of Jason's cock as I ground my pussy against his thigh. He reached up and blatantly grabbed both my tits in his hands, not even bothering to pull my top out of the way first. It was so obvious that he'd been dying to do that since he'd first seen me today, and I let him have his fun, even moaning a little when he rubbed my nipples through the thin green fabric.

Of course, that top didn't stay on for long. Jason soon took care of it, pulling it up and over my head.

That was _not_the way I'd prefer to take it off, but whatever. Jason seemed to enjoy doing it. The only downside - besides getting caught in my hair a little - was that as he pulled it up off my head, it forced me to lift my hands up, which meant I had to take my hand out of his pants.

But every problem is an opportunity. This was the perfect time to press my now-naked tits together and mash them against Jason's horsey muzzle. Jason, of course, ate that up ... almost literally. Right away, he took one of my nipples and sucked it deep into his mouth. I moaned, and this time he could probably hear it, since the music was a little more muffled here in the back room.

His hands slid all up and down my body, stroking through my fur from my tits to my hips. And he lingered there, on my big wide hips. As much as he liked sucking on my nipples, his hands sure liked the full curves down below.

I swayed my hips from side to side, giving him plenty to touch and feel. His fingers slipped underneath the thin straps of my panties, and he switched over to the other nipple, licking and slurping messily. I held his head against my chest, encouraging him to do even more. Yiff I loved this part so much. My nipples had always been sensitive, even after my boob job when the doctor warned me that sensitivity might decrease. If he kept going at me like that, pinching the nipple between his firm lips while rubbing the tip of it with his tongue, I'd be soaking through my panties in no time.

But Jason did stop, right about the time he reached both hands down and grabbed as much of my ass as he could.

When he looked up into my face, I could tell he was smitten. That blank look of lust and adoration some guys got. He'd do anything I asked, anything I wanted ... as long as it led to him getting what he wanted.

Not quite yet, though. The show wasn't quite over. Using the pressure of his hands on my ass to help push myself, I rose up until I was standing on the cushion, straddled over his lap. That put my thinly covered pussy right in front of his face.

I twerked my hips a little, shaking it for him. His hands ran up and down my thighs. We both knew this was only the beginning. He had his hands up around my hips and grabbing my ass again by the time I started sliding the little scrap of fabric that passed for my panties back and forth. I gave him a peek of a lip here, pulled the front down for him to get a glimpse of my clit there, never letting him see quite all of it at once. No ... I'd been with Jason enough times. He knew he had to earn it.

He knew it too, and he knew just what to do. Leaning in closer, he nuzzled his nose against my panties. He didn't quite lick, but he did that thing that horses can do with their clever little snuffling lips.

Yes! Yiff that felt good! With one hand I held his head in place. With the other, I pulled my panties down past his lips.

This time, had there been anyone else in the room, they definitely would have heard my moan. I rocked my hips, rubbing myself against his inquisitively wiggling lips and muzzle. Oh yeah. Now that's what I loved about my job! So great that I can actually get paid for this stuff!

Of course, guys expected more for their money than just the chance to basically eat me out - they wanted spectacle. And it was time to give Jason some.

In a move that wouldn't look nearly as graceful if it wasn't so well-practiced, I turned myself over, kind of doing a cartwheel in place, and wrapped my legs around the back of Jason's head. That put my face right down against his pants, and I didn't waste the opportunity to plant hot, wet kisses up and down the inside of each thigh through his khakis. But more importantly, it put my naked pussy right in front of his face, my panties wrapping around the back of his neck. I rocked my hips, pushing myself back and forth, all but kissing my pussy lips against his nose.

And I could feel the warmth of his breath there. Was he sniffing me? Never thought Jason would be one of those types of guys. Just goes to show that maybe I didn't know him quite as well as I thought I did.

But I did know guys in general, and there was one thing that all_of them always loved. It took a little finagling, but I managed to unzip his pants the rest of the way down. Then I just had to pull his underwear down and _boom, there it was.

It always took my breath away, seeing horsecock for the first time. It wasn't something that you could really get used to. Even though the base of it was between my tits, the tip was somewhere around my belly button, and the thick hot mass of it ... holy shit.

That didn't stop me from rubbing in between my tits, though. And as soon as I started that, Jason helped me do it better by pushing my tits together, sandwiching them around his girth. It was a good thing I'd gotten those enhancements. There was no way I'd be able to tit-fuck a cock that big with the endowment I'd naturally had.

As much fun as it was to tease him, though, I _was_starting to get a little light-headed from being upside down too long. This time, there just wasn't any graceful way to do it. I just had to disentangle myself and turn myself right-way up again. I ended up on my knees on the cushion next to him, and I took the time to take my panties completely off, slipping them over my high heels. Jason took the time to grab my tits and suck on my nipple again.

As he sat there in front of me sucking on my tits hard enough to make me tingle from tip to tail, I reached down and started gently stroking his cock with my hand. Damn, so thick and meaty... I knew my pussy was dripping, and there would be no way to hide it. Only a matter of time until he noticed. In the meantime, though...

"You want me to suck your cock?" I whispered hotly into his ear.

He nodded vigorously ... which made my boob jiggle because he still didn't take my nipple out of his mouth.

He had to let it slip out of his mouth, though, when I bent down toward his crotch. As much as he might like my big round titties, he'd been with me enough times to know what was coming, and I'd never met any guy who'd pass that up.

The sultry taste of cock was always the same ... at least when the guy kept himself clean. I purred a little as I ran my tongue up the generous length of Jason's horsecock. As many cocks as I'd seen in my illustrious career, I could still appreciate a really nice one, and his was really nice. One of the best, even. Why not tell him? Guys loved hearing that kind of thing.

I kissed his tip then looked up to him. "Mmm... Still the best cock I've ever had." Okay, a _bit_of an exaggeration, but definitely in the top ten. And it wouldn't have nearly the same effect if I told him he was number six or seven or something.

And the effect that it did have was quite nice. His cock surged even harder than before, pressing up against my lips as if returning the kiss; his hand came down to caress my cheek and brush through my hair. And the look in his eyes ... I could see just how dizzily love-struck he was. If I asked him for his whole life savings right then just for a single lick, he'd probably go for it.

Lucky for him, I wasn't that expensive of a girl. I'd get a nice_big tip out of him, sure, but nothing that would really be taking advantage of him ... even though he could probably go out and get the services of a streetwalking hooker for half the price. But then again, that wouldn't come with the wonderful strip club ambiance, and it wouldn't come with his favorite girl in the whole world. _Me.

I had to appreciate that kind of loyalty ... and what better way to appreciate it than stuffing his cock down my throat? Still looking up at him with the kind of knowing, catty gleam in my eyes that drove guys crazy, I slowly let his cock into my mouth. Damn, it filled up so fast! My jaw already hurt a little bit, trying to stretch wide enough to take him in without poking him with my teeth too much. But I was an expert at this. I could do it.

Letting his big flat tip actually pass down into my throat was easier. I'd long ago overcome my gag reflex, and all I had to do was let the thick warm mass of it slide down. The swell of it felt kind of good, actually, even though it blocked off my breathing completely as soon as it went a little lower.

I had to break eye contact, then, instead looking down at the little sliver of white fur I could see along his belly below his shirt. But soon I was bobbing my head down and down on him, and he was groaning in pleasure above me.

"Oh yiff, Mittens. Oh yiff!" The hand along the side of my face went from caressing to grabbing, guiding me down even further, stuffing more horsecock into my mouth.

That was alright, though. Jason and I, we'd done all of this before. He knew how much I could handle, and I knew he'd let up if I tapped his leg urgently.

As it was, I was doing great. Got almost his whole cock inside before I had any trouble. Maybe someday I'd be able to manage the whole thing. But he was just so_Goddess-damn big. Didn't matter, though. As my drool soaked its way down his shaft, I stroked the rest of his length with one hand. The other hand, I stuffed down into his pants, fondling his big, bountiful stallioney balls. So huge, so round, so firm. _Yiff, I could feel my juices dripping down my thigh. I was definitely going to need some cleanup before going on stage again.

None of that mattered now, though. The only thing that mattered was this big, meaty cock in my mouth. Soon, I ran out of air and had to take a break, but I kept stroking him and soon went to licking him as well, so he wouldn't mind if I took a little breather before plunging back down on him, taking him deep.

I looked up at him, my eyes watering and his cock almost all the way down my throat. I swear, he almost came just from that - I felt his cock twitch like he was going to, and there was a strong pulse around his tip, like it had flared out, but he held back just from force of will.

"M-maybe we could, um..." He groaned again. "Oh yiff! I want you!"

Already? Eager today, wasn't he?

Well, why not get on with the show? I knew he was good for the price, and we both knew from the moment we headed toward the champagne room that this was going to happen, so why not let him have what he wanted?

Pulling my mouth off of him, I got up and turned around, still looking at him over the shoulder. Time to really knock his socks off with the big surprise: "No, you don't need that." He was already reaching in his pocket for the condom. "I'm safe if you are." My pussy hovered, dripping, right over the tip of his cock.

He nodded eagerly and shoved the condom back into his pocket.

Grinning at him over my shoulder, I lowered myself a little bit, planting my ass down on his cock, letting the tip of it kiss the warmth of my pussy lips. Oh yiff yes, this was going to feel good.

As I lowered myself even more, I turned and looked forward again ... right into Lexie's eyes.

She stared at me. Took a sip of her orange soda. Glanced down at where Jason's cock was still slowly sliding into me. Oh yiff.

Well, maybe I'd gotten a little distracted and forgotten about her there. And _maybe_I wouldn't be getting the mother of the year award for the kind of example I was setting. But yiff it - it was too late to turn back now.

So, right there in front of my daughter's eyes, I slid my way down Jason's cock. And even though I knew very keenly that she was watching, I couldn't help but moan a little as I did. Yiff, that horsecock had a way of stretching a girl out and filling her up!

I didn't stop until I was all the way down on Jason's lap, his sheath butting up against my pussy lips. And since my legs were still spread out around his, Lexie would be getting a full view of exactly what was happening. She took another sip, still watching intently.

Yiff it. If she wanted a show, I'd give her a show.

Planting my hands on Jason's knees to give myself a bit of leverage and stability, I began to rock my hips back in forth in a round, rolling motion, deliberately stroking his cock with my pussy. From the wet squelching noises, I knew I must have already been covering him with a thick layer of my lady juices ... all the better for Lexie to get an eyeful. Jason helped too, grabbing onto my hips, then pushing and pulling along with my rhythm, halfway taking control of it, but still going along with the way I wanted to move, though.

From the way Jason breathed out sweet little nothings into my ear like, "Oh yiff you're so tight," "Mmm, your pussy feels so good," and, "Yiffing take it, take it," I knew he was enjoying it at least as much as I was. And from the way Lexie forgot about the rest of her orange soda, I knew she must have finally seen something that really shocked her. Perfect. Had them both right where I wanted them.

It didn't quite stay that way for long, though. Soon, Jason got more and more into it. Instead of keeping with my rhythm, he slammed my hips down on his crotch over and over again, filling the champagne room with unmistakeably lewd slapping sounds as my ass met his thighs over and over again. Not even our fur could muffle it. I cried out at that point - I couldn't help it. His cock was just so big, hitting me so hard and so deep. It was like the bulk of it inside me was squeezing the loud gasps out of me each and every time he slammed me down.

"F-fuck m-me," I managed to stammer out between poundings, "har-der!"

Not that I really wanted him to, of course. He was already being pretty rough. I'd probably end up getting sore from this. But that was the kind of thing guys liked to hear. That would really get him going.

Maybe it got him going too much, because I'd hardly finished saying that when he held on tightly to my hips and abruptly stood up.

Yiff he was strong! Despite my surprise, it made my insides just melt against his stiff cock. My thighs were going to be drenched when this was over!

Going from instinct and practice alone, I planted my hands on the little stool in front of the booth, letting Jason fuck me from behind. That put my face right up in front of Lexie's. She had to lean back in order to avoid my head bumping into her as Jason pounded me forward. A little bit of her soda spilled while she wasn't looking at it.

Still, even though Lexie had to lean way back on the stool just to avoid getting headbutted by me - which couldn't possibly have been comfortable - she watched quietly and with wide eyes, taking it all in. My hair was falling down into her lap, brushing back and forth down there as Jason moved me, and I still couldn't help but let out little moans every time he hilted himself all the way inside.

Yiff, was he ... was it going to... Yiff! It caught me almost by surprise, the sudden wave of heat and the quick squeezes. Orgasm - _real_orgasm - washed over and through me, making my legs go limp and my arms tremble. I would have fallen to the floor if it wasn't for Jason holding me up. And even as my body convulsed around his cock, he didn't stop fucking me. It made my orgasm go on and on, each new thrust triggering another aftershock of it.

I'd barely recovered - and I definitely hadn't caught my breath yet - when I felt him flaring inside me, a humongously powerful stretch very deep, way at my utter limit.

Yiff it - it would feel _so_good right now to feel him pumping hot cum inside me, right through that post-orgasmic haze ... but I knew I shouldn't. Not so early. I didn't want to spend the rest of the night worrying about whether or not a little more of Jason's cum might be leaking out of me while another guy stares at it.

So I pushed back against Jason, then pulled forward away from him. That was enough to shove him off of me. He yelped a little bit, and his wide-flared tip popped out of me with a plop I could hear even over the muffled music, his tip came free.

Instantly, I spun around and dropped to my knees. My push had almost knocked him back to sitting in the booth, but he managed to stay up on his hooves, and that meant his extremely hard cock was right there in front of my face, the tip of it swelled out wider than my outstretched hand.

Even though his cock was sopping, _dripping_wet with my own juices, I planted his tip right against my lips. I never did like the taste of myself, but now was no time to complain. And at least all that slickness made it easy to stroke my hands over all of his horsey length. And, of course, professional that I was, I didn't forget his balls, either. I gave them a nice little caress or two as well, as if thanking them in advance for what they were about to give me.

His cock bucked, a powerful throb running through it. If I hadn't had one hand firmly around his shaft, it probably would have ended up pointed right between my eyes, ready to plaster the fur of my face down against my skin. Thankfully, though, I kept it planted right against my lips as the first thick stream of horse cum surged out of it.

With most guys, I would have just held it in my mouth, but this wasn't my first time with a horse, and I knew better. I swallowed that first hot, slimy mouthful in a hurry, clearing space for the next. And the next. And the next. I actually felt full in my belly - like I'd just eaten a big meal - by the time his spurts diminished, by the time that it was safe to let it pool and slosh inside my mouth. Even so, it made my cheeks bulge a little bit by the time he'd given me his last drop.

Normally, with other guys, this was when I'd dart quickly around behind him and spit the spunk somewhere behind the booth where hopefully nobody would ever need to deal with it. But Jason was special, and I wanted him to feel special. And besides, I'd already swallowed what felt like a gallon. Another mouthful wouldn't hurt me.

Carefully opening my mouth to prevent any inadvertent dribbles, I showed him the pool of cum inside. Then I closed, swallowed. And when I opened again, nice and clean.

Jason collapsed down onto the booth's cushions. For a moment, I thought he'd fainted at the sight. But no, he was still looking at me. Furtively, as if he was worried someone might barge in and see, he stuffed his now-limp cock back into his pants and zipped back up.

And when I glanced behind me, I saw that Lexie was also staring at me, looking more bewildered than anything else. She still hadn't drank any more of her orange soda.

"Lexie, honey, um..."

She quirked her little teenage eyebrows at me, and I lost whatever else I'd been about to say. What could I say to my own daughter after she'd seen me do that right in front of her?

Jason stood up, taking my attention back to him. He was already fumbling with his wallet, his hands shaking as he did. "I... I should go clean up." He held out some folded bills toward me.

The top one was a hundred. They were all hundreds. Four hundred, in addition to everything else he'd already given me. Yiffing nice! This was going to be a good night. Already off to a great start.

"Aw, thank you!" I said to him, as if I was surprised how generous he was. Well, maybe a little surprised. He usually gave me two or three hundred ... but then again, I usually made him use a condom or only sucked him off. It was only fitting to give a little bareback bonus. "You're so good to me!" Leaning in close, I kissed him on his big horsey cheek.

His arms wrapped around me, making it a sort of a hug ... or maybe an embrace, since a hug seemed too wholesome a word for it, especially given the way he made sure to brush his hands along my tits as he pulled away.

Before he could leave entirely, though, I reached down and rubbed his crotch - mostly his balls, since his cock had retreated almost all the way into his sheath - and I whispered to him, "See you again next week? I'll have a special surprise."

His eyes went wide, and he nodded. For a moment, he looked conflicted, then he just blatantly reached out and grabbed my tits again, one in each hand, giving them a little squeeze before he left.

I gave him a girlish giggle as if that was the cutest thing in the world, and then he was on his way out of the champagne room, probably heading for the men's bathroom to wipe the stripper juice off his cock.

At first when I'd said I had a special surprise for him, I hadn't had anything specific in mind. I'd just been saying that to make sure one of my best repeat customers came back yet again. But now that I thought about it, there was really only one thing I hadn't already given him: letting him cum in my pussy. Yiff it, I was going to do it! Maybe I'd bring a douche or something to make sure I didn't drip for the rest of the night. It had felt _so_good when he was about to cum. I wanted to know what that felt like, to feel him filling me with all that hot cream, until it overflowed and yiff anybody who saw it splattered all up between my legs. Hell, I'd proudly walk across the club with it dripping all over me, my prize for--

"Wow, Mom, he really gave you four hundred?"

That snapped me back to reality, back to the champagne room and the only other person in there with me now, Lexie. I nodded.

She was counting on her fingers. "Plus the three hundred in the begging..."

"Two hundred and twenty, actually. The club keeps eighty of that. But there's also forty from the lap dance earlier, plus some singles from the stage."

"Wow," Lexie said, seemingly dumbfounded at the amount. For her, perhaps, it was a huge amount. I only gave her ten a week for allowance. Compared to that...

She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling in the crazy lights. "I want to try it!"

Chapter 2

"I want to try it!" Lexie said.

I felt like a heavy weight had just crushed down on me. "No! No way, missy!"

"Come on, please?"

"I said no - you're too young for this. Letting you watch is one thing, but doing it. Just no."

"But I have to! It's for school!"

I shook my head as I put my panties back on. "Nope. Not gonna happen. That's not negotiable." I knew that actually participating wasn't part of this school project at all. She probably just wanted the money. Then again, so did I ... but I wasn't fourteen.

"If you let me try it, I'll tell you who my boyfriend is."

Her what? I froze in the middle of putting my top back on, my arms awkwardly stuck in the straps. "You have a boyfriend?"

She just laughed at me. Laughed at me! The nerve!

"Since when do you have a boyfriend?"

She giggled again. "Don't you wonder where I go on Saturday nights?"

"I work on Saturday nights."

Lexie just grinned at me like she already knew she'd won.

"Fine. What's his name?"

"Nope." Lexie shook her head. "You've gotta let me try first."

That little _bitch_of a pussy cat! She sure knew how to drive a hard bargain. But she wasn't the only one, and she'd probably learned it from me in the first place.

"Not just his name," I insisted. "I want to meet him."

Lexie rolled her eyes and shrugged. "And I get to try working in the club?"

Oh this was _so_yiffed up. But I couldn't just let this go now. A mother has to know what her daughter's getting into ... or what's getting into her daughter. "Fine," I said grudgingly. "Just one." A little dance wouldn't really hurt anything, would it? And as much as I didn't want Lexie following in my footsteps, she had a right to if she wanted to.

"Yeah!" Lexie said, jumping up a little bit. Her ruffled skirt flew up a little bit around her.

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, then. Let's see what you've got."

When she followed me out, she left her orange soda behind, completely forgotten. I didn't bother picking it up, either. Let Jineane come get it.

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Soon, I found myself standing next to Gaige's DJ booth, my arms crossed in front of my chest as Lexie waited impatiently at the foot of the stairs leading up to the stage. She looked so excited there, her skirt rising up a bit with every bounce. It made me feel a little bit sick seeing her about to go up there and get ogled at by all these guys ... but I couldn't deny that a small part of me was actually proud of her. I kind of wished that I had been so uninhibited when I was her age. I would have had so much more fun back then if I hadn't been so shy.

"You sure about this?" Gaige said. It was pretty clear that he was sure about it: sure that it was a bad idea.

I squeezed my arms more tightly around myself. "No. But I'm going through with it anyway. Gotta keep my word with her."

"Oh-kaaay..." Gaige shrugged and keyed his microphone. "That was Chastity, everybody! Make sure you find her later. I have it on very good authority that she gives some real top-quality dances!" He gave a moment for the entirely nonexistent applause. It was pleasing to note that nobody else thought Kate was worth celebrating either. Not that Gaige gave any hint of that in his little intros. Good on him for being fair. "Now, give it up for a brand new dancer - her very first time on the stage - Princess Pumpkin!"

That garnered some attention. There still weren't many guys in the club yet, but all of them had their eyes glued to the stage now, even the one Kate had been trying to cajole into a private dance.

The music started: a quick and boppy pop song from Lexie's favorite boy band, One Trick. This tune was all too familiar to me, even though I'd never heard it in this club before. Lexie listened to them all_the time at home. Did she think the guys here would be like her boy band guys? She'd be in for some really sore disappointment then. If the kind of guys who came to strip clubs were boy band types, _every woman out there would want to be a stripper.

Lexie jumped up all four steps in one big athletic leap, and she pranced right across the stage to the main pole in front, smiling the whole time. Guys were clapping and cheering now - they could tell this was something special, even if they didn't truly know how special. This wasn't just some teenage amateur taking the stage for the first time. This was a fourteen-year-old girl, who'd never been seen naked by anyone other than her mother and maybe a doctor or two. Or ... she'd _better_not have been getting naked with anybody! Just what had Lexie and her new boyfriend been getting up to? Well, the whole reason I was letting her up there on that stage was to find out.

Even as I scowled at the guys leering from around the stage, though, my eyes kept getting drawn back to Lexie. She was ... actually good at this. She still had all her clothes on, but the way she twirled around the pole and kicked her legs up gave the guys sitting lower around the stage plenty_of opportunity to look up her skirt. I knew she'd be wearing some pretty conservative boyshort panties under there - those were the only kind I let her have - but with a lithe young body like hers, they were still eating up every glimpse. And she was actually really good at holding their attention. She was _constantly in motion, and pretty suggestive motion at that, swinging her narrow little hips, flashing her skirt up so they could see her cute little round butt, stretching her arms up high so her shirt would ride up and show a sliver of her sleek flat belly.

Already, dollar bills were piling up around the outside of the stage. The audience was impatient to get some of Lexie's clothes off.

And she seemed happy to oblige. Her shirt came first - she went to the edge of the stage, made eye contact with one guy like a true professional, and then teased him with it: she lifted her shirt higher and higher, showing more of her belly, the lower part of her chest, a hint of her sports bra ... until she finally flung the shirt completely off and swept up a whole handful of money from him in one motion.

Nice. Like a true professional! She was really a natural at this, wasn't she? Almost made me not regret letting her do this.

That lack of regret was short-lived, though, when I saw Lexie hurry to the next guy over, who licked his lips at the sight of her turning around. It made me want to hiss. What was he thinking of doing to my daughter? Yiffing pervert!

But Lexie didn't share my same disdain for him. Instead, she picked up his dollar - only one dollar! - and turned around in front of him, bending down low. She took her skirt off with a sexy little shimmy that shook her tail, and she _stayed_bent over. It made me seethe when I saw her reaching her little hand into the gap between her thighs. From my side of the stage, I couldn't see what she was doing with that hand between her legs, but I knew it couldn't be anything good.

That was the point when the music changed, switching from the boy band to a soundtrack from one of her favorite childhood movies - some teenage princess singing melodramatically about living without inhibitions.

It sure brought a smile to Lexie's face, though. She hopped up onto the pole and hooked her legs around it, letting it spin her as she gave a little squeal of glee.

And right there, while she was still spinning on the pole, she whipped her sports bra off, tossing it into the air behind her and showing everyone her barely-there teenage tits.

My jaw dropped. What the yiff! How _dare_she? We'd agreed ahead of time that she'd keep her bra and panties on through the whole dance. What did she think she was doing?

Well, besides making lots of money. Because it was really piling up there around the edge of the stage now. I'd never seen so much on a weekday afternoon before. Yiff, this was better than I saw sometimes at prime-time on Saturdays. Every guy at the place must have been emptying out his supply of singles.

Lexie seemed to notice it, too, she dropped to the floor now, squirming like she was already being fucked and toying with the waistline of her black boyshort panties, teasing the guys nearest to her with a glimpse down the front of them.

Even Becky and Kate were watching. It wasn't like they really had anything else to do - with all the male attention in the room focused on Lexie, they would have been wasting their time trying to chat guys up. What did_they_ think of all this? They knew there weren't supposed to be any new dancers starting tonight.

As even more money piled up around the stage, Lexie arched her back so that only her feet and her shoulders were touching the floor ... then she hooked both her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. I shouted at her, but she either didn't hear me over the music or she was simply ignoring me, because she pulled the panties down - all the way down. The guys around the stage hooted and hollered as she slipped them off her ankles.

And even _I_had to admit they had reason to do so. I hadn't seen Lexie naked in years. She'd ... she'd really matured, hadn't she? Her hips weren't as narrow as they once were, and her pussy lips bulged so perfectly into the little gap between her legs.

She was really eating up all the attention, too. Lexie strutted around the stage like she owned it, snagging big tips from guys just for blowing kisses to them.

Goddess, they were falling over themselves so much for her. She had them wrapped around her little finger!

Thankfully, the second song ended just before she really got into touching herself. As the music faded out, Gaige got on the speakers again. "Princess Pumpkin, everybody! Wasn't she wonderful?"

Quite a lot of applause and shouts came to answer Gaige's question. Especially considering it was just a weekday afternoon.

Lexie waved to them all as they shouted and clapped for her ... when she wasn't busy scooping up big overflowing handfuls of bills. Already, she must have gotten more than a month's allowance from this. Apparently, though, she wasn't satisfied with that. There was a little lull in the sound between their applause and the next song starting, and still completely naked, Lexie stood up in the middle of that moment and shouted: "Who wants a dance?"

Instantly, every guy in the place was clamoring for her. She had her pick of the litter.

I rushed for the stage, but I was too late to stop Lexie. By the time I'd gotten to her, she was already climbing straight down off the edge of the stage - still totally naked - and holding the hand of a fox who looked like he couldn't have been more than twenty. Admittedly good taste, but how dare she?

"Lexie!" I shouted, grabbing her other hand before she could sneak off with that fox.

"My name's Princess Pumpkin!"

Oh, right. Shit. I'd just accidentally told this guy Lexie's real name. Hopefully he wasn't a total creep. Hopefully he didn't even hear it over the sound of the music and the start of Becky's next set. I didn't let go of her hand, though. "You are not doing this," I told her.

Lexie wrenched her hand out of my grip. When did she get so strong? "Here, Mittens. Would you hold this for me?" She handed me the big wad of singles - and a few twenties! - she'd been holding.

I was just so dumbfounded at the moment that I actually took it from her. I didn't let her get away from me, though. When she started leading that fox off toward one of the booths, I went with her, following just behind her foxy new friend and hurrying to get around in front of her.

Once I was there, I steered her away from the dark, secluded booth she'd been headed to and instead pointed her toward one that had great lighting ... and which was directly beneath a camera. Just in case. "Here," I said, "this one's better."

With a shrug, Lexie headed for that one instead. Good. At least I was having some influence on her.

When we all got to the booth, though, Lexie sat down as casually as you please with her fox, and while he was preoccupied with trying to look at her underage body without being obvious about it, she looked up at me. "Um, can I help you?" she said with a cutting tone.

"No," I said firmly. "You are NOT doing this."

The force in my voice finally caught the fox's attention enough for him to look up at me instead. "Aw, come on. Why shouldn't she? Who are you to tell her what to do?"

"Yeah, Mittens," Lexie said looking up at me with challenging fire in her eyes, "why don't you just tell him. Go ahead. Tell him who you are and why I shouldn't be free to do whatever I want."

Aw, yiff. I couldn't tell him she was my daughter, that she was only fourteen. Well, I could, and at least that would stop this lap dance from happening ... but then that would oust me as the worst mother in the world. Who knew - I might even end up in jail for bringing Lexie here ... or at least lose custody of her! Yiff! That couldn't happen. But I couldn't just leave her alone with this guy...

But thinking of him gave me an idea. I came up closer and looked right at him. "Hey, how about a two-for-one special?" I said.

"Both of you?" His eyes went wide.

I nodded smugly. Lexie scowled up at me.

Unfortunately, he noticed that. "Um... I don't know. I don't think Pumpkin wants you to."

"She can have all the money, and you can have ... this." Coming even closer, I took his hand and placed it right on my tit.

He was too stunned to even squeeze me. He just sat there with his hand on top of my little green bikini. And he nodded vigorously.

After that, there was no way Lexie could object to me coming and sitting on the other side of him. The poor guy kept looking back and forth between the two of us, trying to take both of us in at once. He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. Of course, he actually spent quite a bit more time staring at Lexie than he spent looking at me. Sure, she was naked and I was still wearing my little bikini, but still ... was I that bad? Or was this fox just the kind of perv who liked his girls on the younger side?

At least he did pay enough attention to me to look back at me once and say, "Oh, and uh, what's your name?"

"Mittens," I said simply. And because I didn't want the conversation before the next song to go anywhere near me, my daughter, or my relationship with her, I steered it toward him instead. "And what's yours? What brings you here tonight?"

He blushed! Not many guys came into this club who still blushed. "It's, um, my birthday. My friends brought me because I just turned eighteen."

Normally, that would make my eyes light up with dollar signs, but at the moment I was too preoccupied with protecting Lexie. And she didn't know enough to know how lucrative a birthday boy could be. At least he wasn't some sleazy guy who'd be likely to take too many liberties with her.

"Ooh," Lexie said, "did they give you a dance with me as a birthday present?"

He nodded slightly. "They said to pick out whoever I wanted, and they'd cover anything. Angel was talking to us earlier, but um..."

Wow, a blank check, huh? This was starting to even distract me a little bit. "Angel's your type, is she?" To be honest, although there were rare exceptions, Becky wasn't many guys' type. Not many at all.

"Anything, hm?" Lexie leaned even closer to him, running her hand along his thigh, almost close enough to fondle his crotch through his thin cargo pants. "Even a nice big tip for a girl who deserves it?"

"Le--!" I stopped myself just shy of saying her real name again. "Pumpkin! You can't do that kind of thing!"

"Why not?" She looked at me defiantly.

"Um..." Of course, there were a few _very_good reasons why she couldn't. The problem was that most of those reasons were things I couldn't say in front of this nervous little fox. "It's, uh ... against the club rules."

She laughed a little. "Is that all? Well, if you want to be a goody two-shoes and follow the rules, go ahead. But whether _I_follow the rules or not is my problem, isn't it?" She turned to look into Matt's eyes. "As long as you promise to give me a really nice tip..."

He nodded fervently. "I'll give you as big a tip as you want!"

Lexie licked her lips. "Oh, I'm sure it's plenty big." She slid her hand a little closer to his crotch. "But are you sure you only want to give me the tip?"

"Hey!" I shouted. This was going too far!

But at that moment, the music changed. Lexie _leapt_up onto the boy's lap. "Looks like it's time to get started!" she said gleefully, already beginning to grind her bare pussy against the bulge in his pants.

At first, Matt didn't seem to know how to react. He sat stiffly, his eyes wide and staring at Lexie's bare chest ... with the occasional glance further down. But as Lexie wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and brought her nose close enough to almost touch his muzzle, he started to come alive again. The first hint of it was only a little twitch of his hands, moving up from the seat cushion to Lexie's knees. But when Lexie's only reaction to that was an encouraging smile, his hands began moving much more adventurously. First, he slid his hands up her slender, gray-furred thighs. But much to my consternation, he didn't stop there. One hand slipped around to the small of her back, petting her there and helping to press her against his crotch, and the other hand blatantly - blatantly! - slid down to grab a handful of Lexie's tight little ass cheek, squeezing it hard. Her tail rose behind her.

No no no! That was not okay! But what was I going to do about it? I had to do something. I couldn't stop him, and I couldn't stop her - not without busting my dirty little secret. But maybe I could distract him with something else to grab... Time to get to work!

First things first - I pulled the little green triangles of my bikini top to the side and tucked the straps under my tits. It was a quick, very practiced motion. And once I was prepared, I squeezed my way in between the two teenagers. It wasn't easy. I had to fight every little bit of the way, first shoving one hand in between them, then wiggling and pressing myself until I'd wedged myself between that fox and my daughter ... at least mostly. It helped that even though Lexie was struggling to keep me away, Matt was quite welcoming ... especially when he saw my big fake tits coming up right in front of his face. Those always worked wonders, and it seemed that they especially made an impression on younger guys.

It sure grabbed Matt's attention, alright. He was staring right at my chest, open-mouthed ... almost drooling. He'd probably never seen a rack like this before, not in real life and not right in front of him. Did he even realize that they were implants?

He was looking ... but his hands were still on Lexie. Maybe I could fix that. "Go ahead," I told him. "You can touch."

One of his hands came up instantly_to reverently cup one breast. He was so gentle about it! Had he ever even touched anyone's titties before? Unfortunately, though, my plan kind of backfired ... because instead of touching me with his other hand as well, he seemed to take my 'you can touch' permission to mean that he could touch Lexie like that as well. He touched _her barely developing breast with the same reverence and gentleness.

Lexie moaned and slid her pussy against his crotch, leaving a little trail of wetness on his pants. Wow ... she must enjoy having her tits played with as much as I do. Maybe even more. That seemed like the kind of thing I should know. How come we never talked about these things?

Still, though ... maybe I could distract him if I went a little further? Squeezing even more between them, I pressed my chest right up against his face, planting the tit he wasn't fondling right against his lips. At first, he didn't seem to get it. He just rubbed himself there a little. But when I held my hand around the back of his head and pulled him even closer, he finally opened his mouth and let my nipple inside.

Mmm, damn. Why did I always forget just how nice this feels? I moaned a little bit, despite myself. This foxy boy had a way with his tongue. Was he more experienced than I'd guessed, or was he just naturally talented?

Soon, though, he let go of my nipple. Even worse, Lexie seemed to decide it was her turn, because she squeezed in between me and Matt, offering him her own tiny nipple to suck on.

I didn't know which I was jealous of more: the way he latched onto her fresh and innocent little tits even more enthusiastically than mine ... or the way Lexie gasped in pleasure. Damn, she must be so sensitive! As much as I liked having my nipples played with, what would it feel like to have them be even more sensitive? She stood on her knees above Matt's lap so that she could press herself more closely against him.

That_gave me a certain opportunity, and I took it. I reached my hand down underneath Lexie, below her legs, and I directly grabbed the fox's cock through his pants. Nothing distracted guys quite like having their cocks played with. Hopefully _that at least could get his mind off Lexie.

It didn't seem to work. Sure, he moaned a little, but he moaned around Lexie's nipple, one hand still groping her little ass, even as his other hand found my tits again.

Even though my hand was in the way, Lexie tried to press herself back down against the fox's cock again. Instead of rubbing against his bulge, though, her pussy touched down against the back of my hand. Goddess, she was soaked! Her juices instantly soaked through the thin fur on my hand. Even worse, that didn't stop her from grinding, not at all ... which left her incestuously rubbing herself on my hand!

Shocked, I pulled my hand out from between them ... which only let Lexie rub directly on his bulge again.

"Mmm, feels so nice," she said. Had she learned enough stagecraft to flatter her man already, or did she really like him that much? The amount of wetness still on the back of my hand argued for the latter.

Damn. I _really_needed to do something here. Time for some bold action. This time, instead of trying to entice his hands away from my daughter, I just blatantly grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her ass. Lexie squealed a little in irritated response, but Matt just went wide-eyed ... because I'd just shoved his hand down the front of my bikini bottom. I could feel his fingers moving against my pussy, feeling everything I had to offer. He was obviously trying to find my entrance and slip a finger inside. Without even asking. Naughty boy! Hopefully his hands were clean.

Only too late did I realize he'd probably take this as permission to touch Lexie like that as well. He was already reaching for her with his other hand!

Thankfully, the ticking clock had my back. Just before he was able to reach her, the music changed again. Gaige's voice came on, trying to rouse the audience into some applause, but the response was pathetic compared to what Lexie had gotten.

I instantly pulled Lexie away from him, shoving her down to the seat along with me.

"Hey!" she shouted, trying to get back on top of Matt.

"The song's over, sweetie," I said. "Remember, we never dance for free!"

That seemed to mollify her a little. In fact, the mention of money got her thinking along a different - and altogether safer - line. "Hey," she said, turning toward Matt. "That's right. You've got to pay up!"

"Well, you could be a bit more polite about it," I reminded her. It didn't seem to have any effect.

"Sure, sure," Matt said, digging into his pants for his wallet.

And right on time, like clockwork, Jineane was there. She leaned over all three of us, wagging her tail. Apparently it made no impression on her whatsoever that a 'customer' she'd given an orange soda to less than an hour ago was now doing dances. Jineane did have a rather one-track mind, and right now she was focused on her favorite track of all. "Would you like to buy these fine ladies a couple drinks?" she said with disgustingly sweet cheerfulness. "It's ten each."

"Oh, um, yeah. Of course." To my annoyance, the first bills out of Matt's wallet went straight to Jineane. I knew I'd have five in my tab for the half of my drink, but Lexie didn't have a tab running yet. Goddess only knew where her five bucks would end up. Thankfully, though, he turned back to the two of us as soon as Jineane hurried off to grab the drinks. He looked awfully unsure of himself. "Um, so... How much was it for the dance? And..." He gulped. "And I'm sorry. I'm kind of new at this. How much of a tip is a good tip? Like, um twenty percent, right?"

That seemed to flummox Lexie for a moment, but I'd been here many times before. And as relieved as I was to see the threat to my daughter's innocence ended, I was ready to help her out. "It's twenty-five for the dance. And there's no need for any math. If it was a really_good dance, you should probably put in an extra twenty..." Hm... Well, it wouldn't hurt to be a little greedy. Hadn't I just told Lexie that we never dance for free? "An extra twenty _each."

"Alright." He opened the wallet, showing it stuffed with bills inside. He pulled out a fifty and a twenty. "Um... Will this be okay? I don't think I have any smaller bills left."

_All_of that was twenties or higher? Holy yiffballs! Those guys had given him one hell of a birthday present! "Mm-hm," I told him. "Do you want change for that?"

"No, um, that's fine."

Not bad, not bad. Seventy bucks for one song's worth of dancing. I took all the money - I still had Lexie's wad of singles anyway. I'd give her the fifty once we were safely back home. I hoped it wouldn't be so much that she'd end up getting addicted to this kind of thing. At least it was over for now and we could go. I figured that once we got Lexie's clothes gathered up, I'd call in sick for the rest of the night. Lexie had seen plenty for her school project, and the sooner I got her out of here, the better.

It turned out that Lexie had other plans, though. She slipped her hand right along his white belly fur - his shirt had lifted up a little as she'd been grinding on him - and she reached right down into his pants. "Mmm, feels nice. You're a big one, aren't you?"

He didn't seem to know what to say in response to that. He just blushed and looked worriedly around as if someone might see what she was doing. My own shouts of disapproval went unheeded.

"You got enough extra money for a private dance?" she continued.

Matt nodded vigorously ... to the point where I was worried his head might wobble right off.

"Pumpkin! No!" I shouted. It was no use, though. She'd already slipped her hand out of his pants and grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him toward the champagne room. I had to hurry and follow them. What else was I going to do, just let her go in there alone with him?

Fortunately, Gaige held out his arm as they tried to slip past him. "Woah woah woah there - where do you think you're going so fast?" Un_fortunately, he wasn't about to stop her completely, he just wanted the club's cut. "We need eighty up-front." He looked up at me. "_Each."

For a moment, I hoped that would stop them. After all, Lexie - in all her stark-naked teenage glory - didn't have any money at all on her. But Matt did. He dug out a hundred and sixty for Gaige like it was nothing ... and then all three of us were on our way into the champagne room. At least my problematic teenagers hadn't put up a fuss about paying for me to come along with them. Imagine if they'd refused to pay the eighty for me to come! Paying it out of my own pocket would have hurt my pride, but I would have done it to protect my daughter if I'd had to.

And once we were in the champagne room, Lexie didn't waste any time. What was making her so eager about this? It made me hopeful, at least, that she wasn't getting action like this with her mysterious boyfriend yet. Was that why she was so eager to have this fox's hands all over her? Or was it just the prospect of all that money? A champagne room fee was huge money for a girl as young as her. She'd be able to buy things that she would have had to save up for months for otherwise ... and that was before any tip. I was sure she planned to earn a huge tip. But I'd stop her if I could.

Lexie didn't waste any time on chit-chat once she'd got him sitting down in a booth. She climbed right up into his lap, one hand down on his bulge and the other hand pulling his head closer in toward her tiny nipples.

Yiff! I had to put a stop to this!

And I would. I knew just how to do it. Lexie thought she could keep his attention by rubbing him through his pants? She wasn't the expert here. He had nothing on me! Without any warning or saying anything, I just sidled up next to him, reached down and unzipped his cargo pants, and slipped my hand inside.

There was his hot, smooth cock! A pretty nice one, actually, by canine standards. And bigger than I would have expected from a fox. He was at least the size of a dog or a coyote, though not as big as some of the wolves I'd been with. I ran my fingers from his pointed tip to his thick base. "How's that, honey?"

"H-holy shit!" he replied, staring at me completely. His hand even left Lexie's side and went to squeeze one of my tits instead. It was working perfectly!

Well, almost perfectly. Matt's other hand strayed down toward the gap between Lexie's legs. Nope! Not going to happen! Though one of my hands was busy with his cock, I was able to snag him with the other one, guiding him to rub my pussy - through my still-in-place bikini bottom - instead. For the moment the crisis was averted. He wasn't pawing my daughter's pussy, and even though he was still looking at her, both his hands were on me instead. Not bad.

At first, Matt seemed satisfied with that. He shuddered a little at the softness under each of his hands, and his eyes looked almost glazed over. Yeah, at that point, I was pretty sure he was an inexperienced little kit, and that he'd never felt anything like this before. Poor little guy was probably getting pretty overwhelmed at this point. I'd normally take it easier on a newbie like him, easing him into it ... but that's if I was alone and just looking to make a nice tip. Today, I didn't mind him being overwhelmed as long as it kept him off of Lexie.

Unfortunately, that overwhelmed state didn't last very long. The first little sign was that he took the initiative to slip my bikini bottom aside and rub my pussy lips directly ... but that was only the beginning. Soon, his other hand wandered away from my tits and back toward Lexie.

I was about to stop him - I really was - but that was also the moment when he slipped two_fingers inside me, curling them up so that my clit was squeezed between them as he rubbed in and out. I hunched over him, letting out a little involuntary cry. Oooh, that felt good! Why was I so thirsty for it today? I hadn't been gone that long! Was _I getting addicted to this?

And while I was distracted, Lexie was busy following my example. She took hold of Matt's hand and guided him down between her own legs. And before I could do anything to stop them, it happened: my barely pubescent daughter's pristine and innocent little pussy lips squished and bulged underneath the fingers of this random strip club guy!

Yiff! That worst mother of the year award was mine for sure!

But what choice had I gotten in the matter? I moaned a little as Matt's fingers delved deeper inside me. And to my horror, he slipped one inside Lexie, too. Damn - I'd been fingered before, lots of times. Why did this feel so good? My hand began stroking his cock as if just on reflex. It would be oh so easy to just give in to the heady, dizzy feeling this was all stirring inside me.

It was Lexie's cute little gasp that pulled me back out of it. She was getting pleasured, too. No, not pleasured. Violated. This yiffing guy ... how the heck did things end up like this, letting a kit like him end up with his fingers inside a mother and her underage daughter at the same time?

Okay. Maybe a half-assed handjob wouldn't be quite enough to distract him. I could do more ... a lot_more. Leaning in closer, I began to work my face down his body, from his neck down to his chest ... and then even lower. As I brought my face down, I had to press my ass back, which eventually took my pussy out of Matt's reach. He didn't put up a fuss about that, though - he'd _definitely noticed what I was doing, if the way he was staring at me and panting for breath was any indication.

Once I was there with my lips pressed against the little gap in his clothing between his shirt and his pants, I made quick work of unzipping him the rest of the way. I'd had plenty of practice, after all.

Lexie gasped appreciatively when she saw his veiny red cock spring free, but I ignored that. Let it slide. If things went my way, that's as close as she'd ever be to it. She wouldn't even be seeing it anymore, not after I expertly swallowed the whole thing down to the hilt.

Mmm... There was always this weird extra little flavor about canine cocks. An odd sort of spicy twinge. I never could figure out why, but it was definitely distinctive. I let him into my throat easily. He was a lot smaller than Jason's horsecock, after all. No difficulty there. I bobbed my head on him like the expert I was. There was nothing in the world more distracting to guys than having their cocks sucked, and I was sure little Matt here would be no exception.

He did moan and thrust up toward my face ... but maybe it wasn't quite enough to distract him from a beautiful barely-teenage pussy. Because I still heard Lexie gasping and cooing with pleasure as he fingerbanged her. I had to do more!

So I pulled out all the stops. Reaching one hand down into his pants, I fondled his fuzzy balls, holding them up a little so I could lick my tongue across them when I slammed myself all the way down on his cock. I caressed him with my tongue as I let him fuck my throat ruthlessly, and I didn't put up the slightest complaint when I felt his hand on the back of my head, his fingers digging into my hair. A hand there was a hand not on my daughter!

Lexie, though, took matters into her own hands, quite literally. She brushed Matt's hand away from me and took hold of my hair herself, beginning to pound my head down onto his lap ruthlessly. "There," she said gleefully, "that's how it's done!"

Not that I couldn't take it, but _where_had she learned to behave like that? We were going to talk about this later! Of course, she wasn't wrong. I'd never met any guy who wouldn't have eaten it up to see one girl pushing another down on his cock. For most of them, it was right there near the top of their list of favorite fantasies. 'How it's done' indeed.

Even so, it didn't seem to be enough to distract him from Lexie's pussy. I couldn't see everything from right above his crotch, but I could see his arm moving between Lexie's legs, and I could see the way her body was moving. Yiff! It was like she was already riding his cock, except she was riding his finger instead.

Yiff yiff yiff! No!

I was just about to do something about it - what I wasn't sure, but something - when Lexie took the initiative instead. Rather than pushing me down on Matt's foxy cock, she suddenly pulled up on my hair instead.

Caught by surprise, there was nothing I could do. I came up just as she pulled me, trailing an ungraceful string of spit as I went.

In that little moment when I struggled to catch up to what had happened to me and why Lexie had done that, she was already moving. She bent down low, right where I just was, and took his cock into her mouth without hesitation. And since her body was smaller, she didn't even have to take her pussy out of Matt's reach when she did so - he was able to keep fingering her as she sucked him off.

My jaw dropped. No mother should ever have to see her daughter sucking some random stranger's cock! But what could I do about it now? It was already done. I could yank her off of him ... but we'd only end up doing that back and forth to each other. And his cock was already between her precious lips! Even if I did pull her off of him, there was no undoing that. The virginity genie could never be put back into the bottle.

And what could I do, rather than just kneel there on the cushions next to them and gape as this fox fucked my daughter's mouth?

I ended up falling back on old instincts. After all, I'd given _lots_of backroom dances to guys in the past, and as dumbfounded as my brain was at the moment, it was easy to fall back into that autopilot. Without even thinking about it, I raised myself up a little and came close to Matt, holding both tits together with my hands and pressing them up toward his face.

That got his attention, alright ... even though it didn't stop him from fingering Lexie. Still, nice big fake tits like mine were awfully hard to ignore. Even as Lexie sucked him, he turned and rubbed his face on my tits, then took one of my nipples into his mouth.

Oh yeah, that was the stuff. I shuddered a little. Still did it for me.

Unfortunately, while I was distracted with how nice that felt, things between Matt and Lexie developed further. Did he even realize what was going on, buried as he was in my cleavage? He must have noticed how Lexie slipped off of his hand, leaving his sopping wet fingers wiggling in air, right?

Well, he _definitely_noticed when Lexie stopped sucking him. I heard - and felt - him whimper slightly against my chest. That's what really got me to snap out of it and pay attention to what Lexie was doing.

My eyes went wide. No!

She'd turned around and positioned herself right above his lap, already almost sitting on him. Even as I stared, a little drip of her pussy juices fell down and smeared on the red shaft of his cock.

It was like everything moved in slow motion ... and I was stuck in time, unable to react fast enough to do anything at all. Lexie lowered herself down on him in what must have been a pretty fast motion, but it seemed slow and luxuriant the way I was seeing it. His cock disappeared between her cute little ass cheeks, and she cried out a girlish little squeal as he truly and unequivocally took her virginity. At least I hoped she was still a virgin! Well, of course, yeah, she wasn't anymore. But I hoped she had been before now!

"Lexie!" I shouted. I couldn't help it. That was just a motherly instinct, and stage names be damned.

She ignored me, though. "Mmhm, feels _so_good!" Already, even though she'd barely taken half his length, she was grinding her hips back and forth on him. "I've never had a fox before. So nice and pointy - it slips right in!"

It was apparently enough to distract Matt even from by big bodacious tits. He turned back toward Lexie, his hands automatically reaching for her hips to hold and guide her ... and where did he want to guide her to? Like all guys did, of course - he pressed her downward, sinking her down on his cock, taking her all the way until she suddenly squealed.

"Mmn! That's really deep!"

"Oh, uh, sorry," he said, backing off a little ... but only a little. He kept his cock deep inside my daughter, using her pussy as if she was just some common slut, not a fourteen-year-old girl who had no business doing these kinds of things.

At that point, I knew I'd lost it ... lost everything. I kind of just slumped down against the cushions of the booth, watching what would inevitably happen now. Lexie's feet marched in place a little, making her ass wiggle from side to side on top of his cock. It was almost like...

Oh yiff! Was she in heat? She was a little young for that, but definitely old enough for a young cat to be going into her first heat. Yiff! Worst mother ever.

I sank down even lower, a pit of despair growing low down in my stomach. Wow. How had I come to fail this much as a mother?

Lexie sank down as well, but it wasn't any dark feelings growing low down inside her - that would be Matt's hot canine cock swelling to fill my daughter's pussy. Her inner walls should have been pristinely virginal and untouched. Instead, they'd be smeared with his foxy pre-cum and sliding all over the veined contours of his red shaft. And - yiffing hell - she liked it! It was so obvious to see as she happily bounced there on his lap, letting his hands roam all over her wherever they wanted ... which mostly ended up being her hips and her tiny little breasts. She leaned back against him, almost kissing him as she squirmed on top of his cock.

Damn. Even I had to admit she looked good doing that, though. Her flat and sleek belly was on full display, and there was even a hint of a bulge just beneath her belly button every time she bottomed out fully.

It was when Lexie lifted up again that I finally noticed something that kicked me back into action, though: just a little bit of swelling around the base of Matt's cock.

Yiff! He was about to cum! Right inside my daughter! Without any protection at all! And she might be in heat!

I was not about to get stuck raising this kid's kids! And not just for my sake. Look how good I was at being a mother - look where my only daughter was right at this moment! No way I should be doing it again! Rushing back into action, I grabbed Lexie and tried to pull her forcibly off of him.

"Mom, stop!" she whined.

"Wait," Matt said. "What the yiff does she mean, 'Mom'?"

I ignored him and didn't stop tugging, even though she resisted me. "You have to get off of him!" I whispered harshly in her ear. "He's starting to knot! You're going to get stuck and he'll cum inside!" She'd been through sex ed in school by now, right? She had to know what that meant ... what kind of risks she was playing with.

But instead of pulling off of him like she should, Lexie pressed downward, taking him even deeper. "Can't stop!" she moaned. "Too good!"

Okay, time to get serious - I _had_to get her off of this cock before she got filled up with baby-making cum! The last thing I wanted was to have to explain to anyone and everyone why my fourteen-year-old daughter was pregnant!

But when I pulled upward with all my strength, it only made Matt's hips rise up as well. Yiff! He was already knotted inside her!

"Don't you dare do this!" I shouted into his face. "Don't you dare cum inside her!"

"Can't..." He huffed, his whole body tensing. "Can't hold ... it..."

With a sudden jerk, his body went loose, except for a reflexive jerking of his hips. I could see - on the tiny bit of his cock still outside of Lexie's pussy - the way his shaft pulsed, pumping foxy cum inside her.

And Lexie was definitely feeling it. She let out a breathless squeak as her legs squeezed tightly together, trembling against each other as her whole body went stiff ... as orgasm - hopefully her first one - took her completely.

Yes, it was unmistakable: my underage daughter was getting off from this stranger pumping her full. The way her lower belly clenched and moved ... the vacant, pleasure-addled look in her eyes as she stared up toward the ceiling ... the way her tail twitched against the guy's body.

The disturbing spectacle went on for what seemed like forever to me, even though it was probably only a few moments. Again and again I watched the base of this fox's red cock pulse, delivering gushes of cum to dirty my daughter's pristine womb. But ... what could I do to stop it? What should I do? They both looked like they were having such a good time... And then ... then Lexie looked at me. She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes was so grateful. It was like she was _thanking_me for taking her here and showing her this. As if the throbbing cock spewing cum inside her was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Finally, the two of them relaxed. Matt flopped back against the creaky cushions, gasping for breath, and Lexie collapsed back against him, her own chest heaving. They didn't separate right away. Not with that big canine knot wedged into her tight little pussy.

I just sat back and watched - with very mixed feelings about it all - as I waited for his knot to subside and for him to finally pull his cock out of my daughter.

Several minutes later, when that eventually happened, I immediately sprung up and pulled Lexie off of him. "What were you thinking?"

She shrugged, still breathing a little heavily. "I dunno... It felt really good." She shot a glance toward Matt ... the kind of glance that made him blush and look down where his cum was leaking from between Lexie's slender legs.

"We're going to have to get you a Plan B pill now," I told her. "And maybe then you'll learn your lesson. That stuff is not fun. The side effects are nasty."

Lexie shrugged again. Couldn't she at least pretend to care that she'd just let some random strip club guy knock her up?

Even as I attempted to glare some sense of shame into my daughter, that random strip club guy was stumbling up from the booth, trying to wipe his cock clean on the edge of his underwear without me noticing, and pulling his pants back up into place. He shuffled around for a moment, obviously unsure what to do, before I finally turned toward him.

I crossed my arms over my mostly-bare chest and stared him down almost as witheringly as I'd just been staring down Lexie. It was much more effective on him, actually making him back up a couple steps, his head shrinking down toward his shoulders.

Lexie, though, grinned at him, then ran up to hug him. "Alright! Let's see some cash!"

Now this was something I could handle. I held out one hand, counting it all out on my fingers. "Okay, that's two-twenty for each_of us just to go to the champagne room ... an extra fifty for touching tits ... another hundred for touching our pussies ... a blowie's usually worth three hundred or so ... and all that is still for both of us ... and then for full-on sex, _without a condom and finishing inside, that's--"

"Mittens!" Lexie said, kicking my leg to snap me out of it.

When my eyes refocused, I found Matt in front of the two of us, holding out a massive_wad of cash. Seriously, how had all of that even fit in his wallet? And none of it was less than a twenty? There must have been _at least a few thousand there. He gulped. "Um... Is this enough?"

I smiled, nodded, and swiped the whole stack out of his hand before he could change his mind. "That's plenty, hun." Leaning in - and feeling rather more charitable about him than I had a moment ago - I gave him a hug of my own ... and I didn't even mind that he copped a quick feel of my tits as we pulled back apart. "You feel free to come back and see me anytime, okay? I'm here every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday."

Matt seemed awfully eager to leave at that point, and I let him, lingering behind in the champagne room with my daughter.

"How much did we get? How much did we get?" Lexie chanted at me urgently.

I tucked the whole wad away for now. If the other girls saw it, they'd get jealous. And I looked down at Lexie. "Well, let's just say that in a couple years when it's time to get your first car, you won't have any problem affording a nice used one."

Her eyes went wide.

"For now, though, let's see if we can still find your clothes, okay? Can we both agree that this is enough 'dancing' for one night?"

Reluctantly, Lexie nodded.

"Right ... and we still need to make it out of here while the pharmacies are still open. I'll tell them the Plan B's for me, and there won't be any trouble." I grabbed Lexie by the hand and tugged her back toward the club. Her clothes should still be somewhere by the stage ... if Jineane hadn't picked them up and thrown them into the dirty heap in the locker room yet. "And don't think I've forgotten about that secret boyfriend of yours, either. After the stunt you pulled tonight, you definitely owe me the chance to meet him."

Still... That thick wad of bills weighed on my mind. A lot of them were fifties and hundreds. Maybe I should invite Lexie to come work at the club with me more often. She was obviously having a good time, and it was just so much money...

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