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Inspiring Her Ass

for Catsithx

by Draconicon

Delilah took her job as a dancer seriously, or at least, more seriously than the other dancers. She knew well enough that the moods of the crowd were fickle, and that luck played a part in whether she went home swimming in singles or caressing the lovely little green notes of hundreds. She could swing her ass around all night long. She could pummel that runway and sway around all she liked at the end of the stage. Hell, the tigress could turn and hump the pole as much as the crowd begged her to do, but if it wasn't her lucky night, then she was getting half of what she could make on a good one. That was all there was to it.

It was for that reason that she'd worn her lucky stockings to work that night, making sure that the thigh-high, sheer things were completely spotless, without a hint of a run in them, without any stains or wrinkles that might have made her legs look chubby or off. She needed every bit of luck she could get...

But tonight, it just wasn't happening. Sure, she was showing off more than usual; sure, she had her ass out and her thong had all but been swallowed up by the thick thing, but that didn't mean that she was getting the bills that she had been hoping for. Delilah leaned off the pole, looking out into the crowd as she kept dancing.

The tigress was used to a crowd of twenty, thirty, forty people at this club. Tonight, she had maybe ten, and that had fluctuated up and down by no more than three for the whole night running. Even when she took a break, even when she hoped that the little bit of a lack of her talent on the stage might bring a few more people to stick around for curiosity's sake if nothing else, it was dead. Just flat-out dead.

And those that were there? Not really that generous. She had about $80 tucked into her thong for the whole night's performance, and she doubted that she'd get more than twenty more during the next couple of tunes.

Delilah dropped herself down, her ass cheeks cupping the pole behind her, her knees off to her sides as she spread her legs for the various males around her. She had hoped that this would be the best night of the week, but it was rapidly shaping up to be almost the worst.

Well, at least it's almost over, she thought, rising up slowly, gripping her breasts and pretending to moan as she held them in her hands. At least it's just three more songs, and then I can just...go home.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the club door open. Some black cat walked in, barely visible in the shadows off the stage. The tigress didn't pay him much mind; he wasn't a regular, and she doubted that he was going to be seeing much of her before she was done.

Yet, she gave him a smile, at least. He had tossed a twenty on stage when he walked by, smiling at her legs.

"Nice stockings," he mouthed, sitting down not that far away.

Well, maybe she could stay a bit longer, for that. He was the top payer of the night so far, and that meant that he had a few little privileges.

Since he liked the stockings, she strutted away from the pole, lunging her leg forward and almost pushing it past his face as he leaned in. She remained in that kneeling pose, slowly crawling along, giving him and everyone else the chance to get a good look at her legs. They were great, and she knew it, and particularly when they started staring more. The black cat stared more than the rest, watching her ass, her thighs, her calves. Everything seemed to hold his attention, and it was a great boost to a night that had made her question her attractiveness in more ways than one.

Just a pity that it had come towards the end of the night. She would have liked to have that nearer to the start, just to set the mood, rather than have it be something that rescued this shift from being a nightmare.

As she dragged herself back to her feet, preparing for one more circle around the pole before the next song started to play, she noticed that the black cat had called someone over. There was a brief exchange, followed by the feline handing his phone to the waitress, and the waitress running off to the DJ booth.

What the hell? Delilah wondered. Trying to get me to dance to your soundtrack? Ballsy, boy, ballsy.

At the same time, she figured, what the hell? She might as well give it a shot, and it wasn't like she was going to make that much money over the rest of the night, anyway. Might as well see what kind of song he was going to ask for, and then see what kind of fun she could have with it.

She finished her slow lap around the pole, hanging from it with one leg around the middle and her arm slightly higher. The DJ paused just for a moment, then plugged in the phone. The delay continued, and then -

Thump.

The first beat went right through her, going from her head all the way down to her ass. It was like a deep bass punch that went right through her, hitting her right in the soul and -

Thump.

She bounced her ass, thrusting it back and then dropping it before rising up again. Each bass-y thump hit her harder than the last, making it like the beat was sinking into her, taking over. How -

Thump.

The third one knocked her back, almost off her feet, but she managed to catch herself, almost instinctively lowering herself down into a squat and putting her feet out to either side. She was up on the balls of her feet, her heels digging into her ass, and for the first time, she felt just how much heft she had back there. She knew that there was some hot stuff there, some really sexy stuff, but she had never really realized how big her ass was.

Thump.

She twerked, somehow. She didn't do that, as a general rule, trying to be more elegant, more proud, more beautiful, but the need to do it was just overpowering. She twerked, bouncing her ass to the thumps that were coming from the music, and as the thumps got louder, faster, so did her ass, bouncing and clapping together as her thong mattered less and less.

She turned her ass to face the crowd, and somehow she knew that the black cat was staring more than any of the others. Delilah moaned, reaching back and slapping her own ass. This wasn't even a dance anymore, this was all but a mating display, something to show off the goods, something to make others want to have some interest in her. She was not offering a show. She was offering herself.

Bounce, jiggle, bounce, jiggle. More dollar bills rained around her as she bounced her ass, shaking it back and forth before going back to making the cheeks rise and fall. The crowd shouted for her, but all she had ears for was the music. The thumping, thudding beat controlled her, controlled her ass, had her shaking it and -

"Ride..."

Somehow, she heard that voice, his voice. It was there under all the other sounds, and a different thump caught her attention. Something rubber hitting the stage. A toy? It had to be a toy.

She had never accepted something like that from the crowd before. It had always been something that would have ruined her reputation, something that would have called out to the crowd that she was someone willing to do a public show for free. It would have killed her ability to make money in private.

But in that moment, nothing felt more needed than something deep between her legs. No...deep under her tail.

In the space of one ass bounce, she managed to grab the toy. In another, she had positioned it behind her, under her. In the third, she managed to pull her thong aside and -

"Mmmmmmmm...."

Delilah moaned as she sunk her hips down, taking the full length of the dildo into her at once. The long day on stage had left her wet, sweaty with her own juices, and her decisions to keep her holes lubed during her shift in case someone did want a private show came in handy there. She moaned as she sunk her ass all the way down to the base of the toy, wriggling it from side to side...

But then the music started again.

She no longer bounced so high. Instead, the thumps were her pacing guide for the speed at which to ride the toy. Up and down, up and down, thump, thump, thump. Each time she felt the base of the toy rubbing against her pucker, each time that she felt the whole thing grinding up against her inner walls, she moaned more. For the first time, she reached up to her breasts and started fondling them in genuine lust.

The music guided her, rolling her ass up and down slow, then fast, riding it like she would have done to her mate in ancient times. The tiger's tongue hung out, her breasts bouncing as fast as her ass did, and just as easily. She was sure that this was something that no customer had seen in public before, and they were unlikely to ever see it again, even from her.

Unless he asked.

The maker of the music.

The owner of the toy.

He who...loved stockings.

She felt his hand on her leg, and it was enough to put her over the edge. Delilah screamed as she came, thrusting her hips forward and burying that thick thing as far up her ass as she could make it go, and she shivered from head to toe as she felt the sheer bliss that came with it. Her thong was soaked at her pussy, her untouched sex clenching on nothing, while her greedy ass was more than willing to milk the fake cock of everything that it did not have.

The tigress slumped forward, falling on all fours, the toy sliding out of her with a wet slurp. That hand on her calf ran up to her ass, giving it a little jiggle. She giggle-moaned at that, wiggling her hips from side to side.

"Come home with me?"

The black cat's voice was somehow audible even through the crowd. Shaking and almost falling flat on her face, Delilah turned her head and looked him in the eye. He looked gentle, happy, soft. He was not the same sort of customer that had tried to proposition her before, and she felt...safe, somehow.

That shouldn't have been enough to make her say yes, but at the same time, this night was strange enough to begin with...and the music was still playing. She nodded her head to the tune of the beat, and the black cat smiled at her, patting her ass one more time.

"I'll wait for you in the parking lot," he told her.

"Mmmmph..."

It sounded good. She'd meet him there. They'd go home together. Maybe he'd fuck her up the ass again just like the toy had done.

Nah, that was silly...

But it'd be fun.

The End

Summary: Delilah, a tigress dancing at a club, is having an annoying night. She is ready to head home early when a new customer comes in, and she gives one more show...a much more sexual show.

Tags: F/solo, Exhibitionism, Stripper, Tigress, Cat, Dildo, Anal, Body Control, Hypnosis, Music, Ass Jiggle, Anal, Orgasm, Cum,