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There were few things so empowering in the world as hearing an announcer call your name to an already feverish audience, but that crowd was saving one more gear for the sweating, panting star as she stepped through the curtain and into the exit of the stage.

"Give it up for Fifi Lafitte!" her name rang over the loudspeaker, but she still wasn't quite used to hearing such a name, in reference to who she really was.

Elizabeth would have been a fine name for a stripper, but she didn't relish in the thought of using her real name on the stage, and given how much of herself she'd just shown to the crowd, it was hard to blame her for wanting to keep some distance between the fantasy that she sold, and the reality of who she was; that fantasy was covered up quickly by normal, modest street clothes and a comfortable robe, and by the time she came out on the other side of the stairs, she was able to blend, at least somewhat, back into the crowd.

That didn't stop the bartender from recognizing her when she came and sat at the bar for a drink, but it was enough that she wasn't being accosted by every eager fan that she passed on the way to it.

"You always seem to pick the best shifts to work...can't remember the last time I saw a crowd like this in here," he greeted her, placing her favorite drink in front of her only seconds after she sat down. "Might even be able to go home early, with the kind of tips you just pulled."

"I wish...but it's homecoming weekend. There's no way that the boss is gonna let me off the hook like that," she replied, letting a brief chuckle past her lips. "Thank you, J. That's just what I needed..."

"Made it a double for you, so take it easy," he warned. "Last thing I need is the boss up my ass because you're stumbling your way through your next dance."

"...You really are the best, dude."

"Don't mention it. Pretty sure he'd be up my ass anyway if he knew how many free drinks I'd let you get away with."

The kindly hybrid offered a wink and turned his attention back to the wealth of other college students that were trying to drown their arousal with alcohol; those who thought they still had a chance were looking for shots of liquid courage.

Wonder what J is up to after work? He always seems so busy...feels like I don't know anything about him...but I'd love to give that collar a tug and see what he does.

She hadn't given the bartender the chance to reveal more about himself in her short time working at "Knots," but then, she was keeping an important secret from him , as well.

"Hey...I hope you don't mind me saying, but I absolutely adored your performance. Well done!"

The bartenders always kept a close eye on the dancers when they were nearby, but Elizabeth was convinced that she could handle herself: she waved a dismissive paw at J and turned around slowly, her ears perked to a softer, feminine voice.

If not for the striking, golden dress that draped the body of the Anubian jackal, Elizabeth would have picked up on who it was right away, but an eyeful of sparkling glitter, dazzling under the myriad lights of the strip club, made it seem like she was about to be the one to head up on stage.

Oh, shit...Tabia? What on Earth are you doing here?

Normally, Elizabeth would have been delighted to see a familiar face, but the young hyena was a little too young to be working at the strip club in the first place: it was pure luck that her fake ID was convincing enough to fool the owners of the establishment, and once she was past that hurdle, no one else in the club ever thought to question the fact that she looked a little younger than the average dancer.

Goodness knew she wasn't the first girl to start working at such a place a little too early in their life, but Elizabeth was convinced that she could make decisions for herself once she'd turned 18...even when something so awkward as running into one of her floor mates from college unfolded at her place of illegal employ.

"Thanks s-so much for saying so," she replied, taking as much time as she could before putting on the soft, French accent that she was keen to slip into; it might have been enough to throw Tabia off the scent, but Elizabeth was going to do whatever she could to keep her secret safe.

She refused to go back to working retail for pennies a week when she could make that much in a month at "Knots," all while being adored for it.

"But...what are you doing here, exactly?" Elizabeth followed up the question, having already guessed that she wasn't going to fool Tabia so easily. "I didn't take you for someone who would frequent a place like this..."

Tabia turned away first, waving down the bar and drawing the attention of a handsome, young coyote.

"Actually, it was his idea...and I've gotta admit, I was a little skeptical at first," Tabia confessed. As the coyote approached, she met him with open arms and a quick, eager kiss upon the cheek, but she kept her eyes on Elizabeth the whole time, dazzled as much by the hidden outfit as she'd been by the live performance. "But now that I've had a chance to settle in and give this a try, I'm really enjoying myself! It's kinda liberating , y'know?"

Elizabeth was still nervous, but she managed a tiny smile all the same. "It really is," she agreed, glad that she didn't feel so crazy for believing that in the first place. "And you...shame on you for bringing such an innocent little lady into a place like th...this...w-wait. John?"

She didn't mean to drop his name in so casually, but once she recognized him, she couldn't keep the words from slipping out...but she was one coincidence away from her entire secret being exposed to the club.

"The one and only. Small world, isn't it?" he asked, greeting her with a wide, toothy smile. "Gotta admit, I didn't think we'd ever run into you at a place like this...much less see you working at a place like this."

"Oh, well...I...I d-don't...uhm."

Elizabeth took a full swig from her drink and contemplated her next words very carefully, but it was the sudden appearance of a tall, half-naked husky that finally gave her an idea of what she needed to do to keep her secret safe.

" Reina! Oh, thank goodness it's you..."

Tabia and John both turned to see a woman towering over the back of them, her outfit alone making it clear that she was a fellow employee at Knots...but for that being the case, she didn't carry herself with an intentional saunter or an excessive sway of the hips.

She had a natural allure to her that didn't require exaggerating pieces that weren't there, and Tabia had to give John a quick nudge in the side to have him look her in the eyes, instead of staring at the breasts that remained such a tempting target.

"You know, it's usually the customers that are this excited to see me," Reina murmured, offering a friendly smile to each of Elizabeth's friends...and then a much firmer look at the hyena, herself. "Which begs the question, kiddo...what kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time?"

Reina was looking past her, locking eyes with J, just in case she needed him to make a call for the club security; she couldn't help being a little overprotective of the younger dancer, but Elizabeth was keen to everything happening around her.

She started with a brief shake of the head. "It's nothing like that! I mean...it is, but...n-not...not exactly, anyway?"

Her rambling prompted Reina to cross her arms over her chest. "Go on."

"I just...I ran into some unexpected company, so...could you please cover my next show?" she asked, putting on such a sweet smile that even Reina couldn't help reacting to it. "I'll even comp you some of my extra tips!"

"Rainier and I have already stayed late tonight...and we've got a side gig tomorrow that we really can't afford to miss," Reina explained, her voice tainted with genuine remorse. "Sorry, kiddo."

" Please? I've gotta take these two back to a private room, like... immediately."

John and Tabia shared a confused look at the suggestion, before turning their mutual curiosity on Elizabeth.

The hyena was unflappable, refusing to break her pleading stare from the taller canine.

"A private room?" Reina asked, contemplating the possibilities out loud and looking down at the pair that had accosted her coworker. She could see some kind of previous connection between them, but she never would have guessed what Elizabeth was planning for them, on the other side of that conversation. "Hell...if it's that big of a deal, I can't leave you hanging, I suppose. Go ahead and take them to the back...Rainier and I will cover for you."

Elizabeth pushed right past her friends and threw her arms around Reina's neck, needing to be pulled up by the taller husky for a proper, squeezing hug.

"But if you need any help back there keeping these two in line...you just lemme know, sweetie," Reina whispered to her. "Don't go getting in over your head."

"Too late," Elizabeth whispered right back, giggling. "But I think I'm kind of excited about it."

"Go enjoy yourself, then," Reina's offer stood as she lowered the hyena back to the floor. "You're only young once, after all. Might as well take some chances while you can."

Departing with the last of that wisdom and a playful wink, Reina went to scour the floor and find Rainier, leaving Elizabeth with a pair of bewildered friends and a snappy decision to be made.

"...Follow me."

**

Knots was famous for their private rooms; as long as people kept secrets about what occurred backstage, they could pay a price to live out almost any fantasy, but there were very few lips that could be trusted with such secrecy.

That policy ended up creating all the free advertising that the club could have asked for, and as long as they made sure to clean up their act when a random inspector came from the city, they had no problem fulfilling wishes and fantasies by the dozens...but those who made their way into the back rooms were usually frequent fliers and customers with deeper pockets.

John and Tabia had no idea how fortunate they were to see the inside of a private room on their first visit, but it was more than that: Elizabeth had never crossed that line and brought a customer back to a private room, despite the myriad requests and invitations that were tossed her way.

"If this is really your first visit...we should pull out all of the stops," Elizabeth suggested, smiling as confidently as she could at Tabia. "But there's a few rules about what can go on back here..."

Excited as John looked, Tabia was that much more captivated, her exploratory nature slipping further and further out of what had been a cautious shell.

"Pretty sure John and I are more than capable of behaving ourselves," she claimed. "But if you're worried, I suppose we can treat this like a proper flight...you can explain the rules while the passengers pretend to listen."

"I would highly recommend that you actually pay attention to the following safety regulations," Elizabeth joked. "This is going to be a private show, and I do mean private : no video recordings or pictures of any kind...and no verbal depictions of what happened afterwards, either."

John nodded firmly, doing his best to give both girls his fullest attention. "Won't say a word about it," he assured Elizabeth. "Right, dear?"

"Wasn't planning on telling anyone that we were ever here in the first place," Tabia admitted. "And I've got no plans to change that, no matter what happens next."

She didn't think it would be so easy to convince them, but for their cooperation, Elizabeth was going to put every bit of skill she'd developed to good use: even if they couldn't talk about it, she wanted to make sure they'd never forget their first private show.

Tapping a heel on the floor, she gestured to the full, plush loveseat in front of the center of the stage. "In that case, why don't you two come and sit in the VIP section? I've heard it makes all the difference in the world when you're sitting front and center for a show like this."

Her pulse was racing, as though her heart would dare to burst from her chest: since the very first dance she'd performed for the crowd, Elizabeth couldn't remember feeling such a rush.

She had no choice but to trust her friends at their word, but she could see the same look of genuine excitement and arousal in their eyes that she'd seen in hundreds of other customers before.

It was the former connection that created a greater sense of intimacy, bringing a hint of moisture to her hidden petals as the couple took a seat before her.

"Try not to get yourselves into too much trouble until I get back."

Elizabeth stepped away on the miniature heels she preferred, letting each clack of her gait announce her departure for her...and the echo in the large private room created a greater sense of anticipation in the young, dating couple.

Giggling at each other and letting their paws wander where they might in the dim light of the private room, John and Tabia were trying not to let their budding arousal distract too much from the main stage, but Elizabeth had no problem grabbing their attention once more when she tossed the curtains open wide, complete with a thunderous helping of base from the speakers overhead.

"Feeling each other up already? How positively naughty...did you really think you wouldn't get caught in the act?"

Speak for yourself, girl, she thought. I'm really trusting them to keep their lips sealed about this...better give them something to talk about, just in case.

Her feather boa was turned from side to side, running down the nape of her neck and around the narrow presence of her shoulders as she walked. With each step, she gave a subtle kick, as a nod to the can-can dancers that inspired her tight singlet, but their uniforms were never so easy to take off.

Elizabeth could have been naked in an instant if she wanted to be, but she'd been trained better than that...if they didn't have to work for her nudity, they at least had to be patient with the display of it.

The whisperings of the young couple were lost under the hammering bass and provocative lyrics of the song, but their eyes couldn't have had a greater focus on Elizabeth's body, and feeling that weight on her flesh was enough for her to reveal the first secret of her singlet: the midriff came away with just a single flick, but she threw the feather boa into John's lap before tossing the slick, gripping fabric at Tabia, eager to keep her distracted from the actual loss of clothing.

A high kick in time with the beat of the song was the perfect way for her leg to drape around the pole in the middle of the stage, showing how tight the crotch of her outfit pressed to her warm, covered petals...and a curious paw wandered to the fluffy material of the feather boa as Tabia rested her paw on John's lap.

That wild, curious nature was at a fever pitch when she felt his cock absolutely throbbing against the front of a denim prison; she wouldn't leave him in that sort of discomfort too much longer.

If she means that anything goes...really means it...I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna suck my boyfriend off in the back of a strip club...a secret for a secret, right Elizabeth?

The silent contract deepened with every move, and Elizabeth was every bit as much to blame as she braced herself against the pole and swung, turning upside down against it and holding herself up with only the grip of her ankles and thighs.

John was seconds from a quick handjob when Elizabeth's paws wandered behind her own back and popped the top of her outfit from her body, letting her breasts come free in a full, spilling display...one that was more than worthy of the applause it received.

"Sure hope you two don't mind me hanging around while you have your fun...I like to watch."

Sometimes, Elizabeth wasn't sure if she was saying things just to appease the crowd, or if she was really discovering how kinky she could be when she was feeling the mood; in this case, it was definitely the latter, and her body was leaving invisible moisture on the pole as she continued to descend it, sliding to the floor with her head upside down.

She was always looking at something enjoyable, but capturing Tabia's gaze was becoming a greater struggle; she didn't feel greedy or guilty for following their golden stare to the bulge in John's crotch, but she took her profession as seriously as any seasoned veteran...and that meant that the show had to go on, no matter how much she was enjoying her momentary break.

"Almost feels like I'm competing with him," she quietly teased. With a snap, her head tossed up and her breasts heaved forward, the full momentum of the act bringing her to her knees, facing away from the eager lovers. "Not that I can't see why...if you don't let him outta there, he's gonna burst , Tabia."

Elizabeth looked back over her shoulder for a moment, grinned wide, and began wiggling her backside to the private audience, her tail lifting higher and higher as her panties dropped down, hooked by her thumbs.

Just as the slick moisture of her womanhood clung to the crotch of her panties, revealing an absolutely dripping display, she turned around fully, so brazenly aroused that she didn't care about how much of herself she'd shown to her friends.

Much to her disbelief, Tabia wasn't looking at all , but John's eyes, half-lidded with obvious pleasure, couldn't decide where they wanted to look.

On one hand, Elizabeth's womanhood was a feast for the senses, and as luxurious as her soft, silky petals looked with a glistening helping of arousal, there was a delicate scent of that same desire at the source, almost strong enough to pry John from the couch.

If Tabia's lips weren't already stretching around the middle of his shaft and struggling to take the front end of his knot in a deep, thorough suckle, he might have gone for it.

Well, that's one hell of an endorsement in my line of work, she thought. So turned on by the show that they couldn't make it back home before they got to the action...and it's driving me up the fucking wall!

Hidden in the grip of her stocking was a final surprise for the couple, but as long as she had John's attention, she'd appeal to him directly, and she didn't think he'd mind at all to have the hyena bent over the edge of the stage for him.

Her heels clacked hard against the floor as she hopped down, spreading her legs in front of the lucky coyote. "Enjoying yourself, hun?" she asked, her voice just reaching over the edge of the dominant music. "I know I am..."

Petals dripped with such full, obvious trails of arousal that there was no way John could miss them, even through wincing eyes; ears that were only hammered by bass lines twitched to a new sound as the riding crop was pulled from the end of a stocking, immediately smacking down against Elizabeth's bare ass with a harsh tmp.

Subtle as the noise could have been, the loud, overt gasp on the other side and the fur displaced by the strike were shameless signs of how much the hyena was enjoying herself. She knew she couldn't compete directly with the rapid, skillful bob of Tabia's head on John's plentiful length, but that wasn't the purpose of her private show.

She was just there to enhance the overall experience for them, and judging by how loud his moaning praises had become, she was doing an excellent job.

Can't believe Tabia has become this comfortable with sex...she's really going off the deep end, Elizabeth thought. Not that I'm one to judge, but...to think she'd really blow her boyfriend in a strip club while another woman was in the room? I never would have guessed...not complaining, of course...

A quick, teasing draw of the riding crop along the delicate cleft of her womanhood left the leather strap soaked with her plentiful arousal, and the juices flung toward John as she gave herself another firm, harsh smack , the force of the blow giving the slightest jiggle of her ass.

If she wasn't so genuinely turned on, she might have been able to get further in tune with John's physical needs, but she didn't think she'd hear a complaint from him anytime soon.

"Fuck..."

His whispered desperation told quite the opposite story, as a paw clenched on the arm of the sofa, leaving deep, raking trails where his claws failed to find a grip.

"Gonna...g-gonna cum, Tabia...oh... f-fuck!"

"That's it...t-that's the way, John! Pump all that cum r-right down her throat!"

Tabia only hesitated for a moment when she heard Elizabeth giving such encouragement, but it was helping John along: the usual pulse of his orgasmic release was that much greater when it finally came, and the force was such that Tabia was grateful for the paw on the back of her head.

She thought she might have been knocked away without it, but her appreciation for the canine flesh was evident in the depth of her working throat and the slow, comfortable swallow that she placed on every inch of his member, making sure that his mess, impressive as the volume was, remained only on the end of her tongue and the deepest reaches of her throat.

She did say not to tell anyone...that means I can't leave a single trace, Tabia thought.

John was completely drained by her efforts, and his eyes were still trying to sneak a peek of Elizabeth's naked bodice, but her tone shifted from high encouragement to a sweeter, softer song of relaxation.

Setting the riding crop down and keeping both of her holes stretched before him, Elizabeth silently wished for a single touch, but she stayed in place, simply offering her body as a visual service.

"Worth the price of admission?" she asked, able to hear the rapid panting of the coyote fading into a slower, calmer moan. "Or do you need another dance?"

Her hips continued to sway with the fading song, but before she could get carried away, she felt a tight grip on either side of her ass, holding it steady. She yelped, but as she turned back to give John a playful shove, she gasped that much louder: Tabia was there instead, her cum-soaked tongue slurping back and forth over the eager, heated flesh of the hyena and soaking it with a host of other delightful juices.

Tabia...what in the world...? Did you swallow first? You could be getting his cum all over me!

Elizabeth's mind raced as she tried to find the strength to push her friend back, but arousal won the day as she gripped the base of the pole and held still, eager to know how much further Tabia might take her daring approach.

She didn't expect to know the warm, slick weight of a tongue against her tailhole, but the attention to her pucker was an unfair and brilliant strategy: Elizabeth's eager body was giving itself over to an orgasm before Tabia moved her tongue back to the font of her womanhood, and when she arrived, she felt a warm, silky rush of arousal upon her tongue...

...the intoxicating effect was more than Tabia could resist, as she pumped the warm, eager muscle in and out of Elizabeth's quivering passage, spurred by a single taste of her delicious cum.

"Ta...Tabia...y-you can't...d-don't...don't stop, please!"

Her first experience in the private room was a proper introduction to the lack of rules that she'd mentioned at the start: while Tabia slurped up the evidence of her climax, Elizabeth was too busy facing the floor and eating crow, but she'd never been so happy to do so.

A trembling mess of a hyena was just starting to realize how much of a learning experience that evening was for her , as well, when she felt a delightfully agonizing spank across the supple curve of her ass.

"Quite the tasty performance, Fifi...and a secret well worth keeping."

**

The couple wasn't going to hold Elizabeth all night, as much as she would have been perfectly okay with that. She treated them to another round at the bar, and made sure that J didn't charge them for going to the top shelf, but it was with some melancholy that she watched her friends leave the club, early that morning.

She had no idea how long she'd have to wait to find out what else Tabia could do with her tongue...