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"You know 'em, you love 'em, you wish they'd look at you twice," a male announcer says over a loudspeaker, "the most dangerous duo in this club's history and mega hot, renowned adult film actresses: Sasha and Champagne!" After the short, sweet introduction, Sasha and Champagne strut the best they can, their energy already making the mosh-pit-like crowd go wild, throwing dollar bills. The purple-haired bunny looks to her blonde vixen friend, blushing and giggling as a pair of panties are thrown at Champagne's chest.

Wearing their best leather outfits, a skimpy, revealing leather leotard with flogger-like tassels hanging off her hips and an exposed belly-button for Sasha, complete with black combat-style ankle boots... and a two-piece leather ensemble for Champagne, decorated with zippers on the hips and down the cleavage, made complete with black, leather thigh-high stilettos. In unison, the girls move their hips to the music, making love to the poles with their dance skills. Champagne doesn't hesitate to really stretch and crawl, owning the stage with her bunny bestie.

As they've practiced for the music they've chosen, Champagne dramatically drops to her knees, her head back, allowing her blonde locks to fall down her back. Sasha grabs a fist-full of Champagne's hair, bringing the fox's maw toward her mons over her leather outfit, gently, almost romantically swerving to hips, heavily implying that Champagne is licking her - of course, it's only for show. As the two play with the audience, they are proud to see so many men with erections through their clothes and masculine-looking women licking their lips, winking toward them. The more the girls dance together, portraying a story about a short, petite dominatrix, Sasha, owning and playing with her submissive pet, Champagne, the more the audience slips money into the girls' outfits or shoes, or even up onto the stage.

"Ready for the big one?" Sasha says, panting as she looks down to Champagne, "Remember what to do?"

"Easy enough - duck under you, show off the arse, curl the tail 'round your neck, and brace for a big slap!" Champagne says, panting back - dancing like this requires a lot of strength and flexibility; Champagne's stomach muscles are hard as a rock, but her ass, though firm, is soft and pillowy. The protection of her leather hotpants will absorb some of the shock, but her little bunny companion can really pack a burning wallop. "Safe word is 'melancholy', yeah?"

"You got it... now, move!" Sasha nods, swinging her leg over Champagne's head, standing over the fox's back, facing the audience. Champagne's pussy is very prominent through the tight, leather panties - the imprint of her mons alone makes the audience wild. She curls her tail around Sasha's neck like a fur boa, then braces herself. The bunny smirks as she dances, stopping at a particularly adrenaline-rushing beat-drop warning. Just as the beat drops, hard bass fills the club, and at the same exact time, Sasha's palm comes down hard, slapping Champagne's thick, pillowy ass, the leather panties echo a loud, harsh snapping sound on impact, making Champagne groan in ecstasy beneath the bunny.

"Aagh, yeah!" Champagne groans, barrel-rolling onto her back as Sasha swings her leg again, twirling to stand off of the fox, her ass to the audience now as Champagne sits on her stinging ass, her legs spread wide for the crowd as she slowly stands to her feet, her curves only making the music more enjoyable. Sasha faces her co-star, dancing toward her as she brings a flogger out from behind her back, playfully whipping her friend as Champagne dances erotically, using Sasha as a dancing pole. The spectacle is a riot - the girls giggle and pant as their song ends as people clap and throw additional dollars onto the stage. Sasha winks to the crowd, scooping up some of the money from the stage's floor. Champagne giggles as she collects a small handful for herself, ready to get backstage for a quick rest. "Good luck with your number!" Champagne whispers to Sasha as she sneaks past, leaving the bunny alone on stage as another song starts. Sasha winks a quick thanks as she continues dancing, the crowd trying like hell to reach out and touch the purple haired bunny.

"Man, that was a rush! What'd you think, Bruno?" Champagne winks to a rather buff, strong looking raccoon with a clipboard in his hands, "You like what you saw, Trash Panda?"

"Perfect as always, Miss Cham - you and Sasha are an amazing duet," he says, watching Champagne walk by. He rushes to catch up to her, "A-agh, one sec... there's someone here to see you. Says he's getting a private dance from you.

"Yeah? Who is it? Don't think I've made any private appointments," Champagne says, panting as she's handed a bottle of water by a rushing-by assistant. "They left a name, yeah?"

"N-no... they uh... said they know you? You know this guy personally, I guess?" the raccoon flips through his papers, "Said to tell you, 'Valentine's Day was really nice', and you'd know what it meant."

"Oh... oh, wow," Champagne says, a bit nervous, but a little excited. The guy from OnlyFur... Daddy2020? He never told me his real name. I never even saw his face - only his hand and... that freakin' amazing cock! "Y-yeah, I know him. Kind of... which room is he in?"

"He'll be waiting for you in 12A. Would you like security nearby?"

"Might not be necessary, but... wouldn't hurt to have your volume up just in case I call or text," Champagne says, moving Bruno's contact to her I.C.E speed-dial selections. "Alright, wish me luck."

"Like you need it," Bruno winks, returning to his work.

Champagne stands outside room 12A, her heart sinking a bit. Come on, girl... just another guy like any other. You've danced for a million dudes, so don't act like this one's any special. Just pretend you have no idea who he is. She begins to open the door, revealing that the room is quite dark, faintly lit by a few candles. Immediately, Champagne can smell a very manly, yet floral musk - a pleasant, masculine cologne surrounds her nose as she closes the door behind her. Her eyes adjust slowly to the dim lighting, seeing that there's a dark figure sitting in the corner of the room.

"Hey, you," Champagne says in her best actress' voice, "You wanted a private dance with me, huh? What're you in the mood for?" she slowly approaches the figure, "Maybe some..."

"Stop," the man says with a voice like gentle, rolling thunder. It sounds exactly how she remembers, minus coming through a speaker. His voice has an underlying purr to it, making her feel instantly interested. "Have a seat... just there," he says, a ring on his coal-black finger shimmering in the candle light as she points to a leather sofa, where the clients using these rooms usually sit.

"Um... okay?" Champagne sheepishly laughs, doing as she's told. She sits down, crossing her legs over and folding her hands on her knee, her tail gently resting on her lap behind them.

"You sound... as if you have no idea who I am," the voice purrs, seductive and amused.

"Maybe I don't," Champagne says, smirking to the shadowy figure, "I got your message... but sadly, I don't have a clue. I have so many guys after me... and I had so many online dates for Valentine's Day... you'll have to remind me which one you are."

"Oh, you did?" the man asks, sounding very cat-like. He stands slowly, purring loudly like a large, strong lion. He steps a bit closer to the blonde fox, "Did any stand out in particular?" he asks, a smirk becoming visible on his feline lips.

"Well, there was this one," Champagne says, her voice softening as she's able to see the man a bit better. Before her stands a large, strong panther with coal-black fur and dark grey under-fur. His golden eyes peer into her soul as he flashes a toothy, perverted grin, flaunting a single golden fang on the left side of his smile. "B-but I... never got his name."

"What'd he look like?"

"I only saw his hand," Champagne blushes, beginning to feel less sarcastic. The panther's dominant energy begins to envelop the now-timid vixen, "and... I saw his impressive package."

"Impressive, you say?" the panther inquires, approaching Champagne slowly, wearing a blood-red button-up and coal-black slacks and shoes. He unbuttons his slacks, allowing the massive, dark, familiar cock to spring free. "Did it look a bit like this?"

"It looked exactly... like that," Champagne groans, her heart beating. She discreetly licks her lips, unable to look away from the thick, twitching cock. "W-what can I do for you while you have me... Sir?"

"Mmm... 'Sir'... I do love when you call me that, Babygirl," the panther says, purring with his gentle thunder of a voice. "I think I'd like a dance from you... if you'd be so kind," the panther extends a hand, leaning forward slightly as he helps her stand from the sofa, whisking her around and taking her place, sitting comfortably on the sofa with his cock standing tall and firm. "I didn't bring music. We'll pretend we've got some."

"I'm fine with that," Champagne says softly, matching the atmosphere of the room. She steps forward, standing over the panther's lap. She begins to move her hips slowly, allowing her tail to sway behind her freely like a burning scarlet river. "So I might not have gotten my date's name," she says, dipping herself low and carefully grazing the panther's cock with the crotch of her leather panties. He can feel her heat against him before she raises herself back up, turning her back to him and standing over his cock again, her ass inches away from it, "but I wonder if I can get yours."

"Mmmgh," the panther groans, aroused. "I rather liked when you called me 'Sir'... we'll go with that," he says, softly placing a large paw on Champagne's left hip, feeling her curves gently.

"Mmgh..." she moans softly, her pussy beginning to dampen, "f-fine with me," she says, continuing to dance seductively for the big cat, biting her lip.

"Your scent is very strong, you know," the panther says, pulling Champagne down onto his lap just before his cock. It stands firm between her thighs, rubbing slowly against her mons through her panties. "Tighten your thighs for me, Champagne... like a good girl."

A... good girl? Champagne does as she's told, tightening her thighs around the panther's cock. He begins to slowly thrust, rubbing her hardening clit as he strokes himself with her large, toned thighs. Bloody hell... he's having me give him a thigh-job? He knows I know him from OnlyFur... but still won't give me a name. Everyone's allowed their secrets... I guess maybe two can play this game. Champagne tightens her thighs a bit more, continuing to swerve her hips, motioning like she's riding him. She lowers her hands to his cock, rubbing it the same way she'd rub her own pussy, using two fingers to stroke up and down the underside of Sir's cock.

"Mmgh... oh, Cham... g-good girl," he purrs, making the fox feel accomplished. "Mmmm... you know, the fact that you of all people... enjoyed watching me stroke my cock on camera that night... that was very special to me."

"I'm glad I could satisfy you, Sir," Champagne grins, her thighs tightening and massaging the panther's cock. "You're... beginning to precum."

"Does the no-touching rule apply to me, also?" he purrs, reaching up to Champagne's hair and moving her hair away from her face, shocking her into turning to look him in the eye. He smirks at her, thrusting upward between her thighs slowly and suggestively. She can feel his cock pulsating hard between her thighs, "I promise I'll be gentle... unless otherwise provoked," he teases a bit dark, striking a chord in the sassy, now-subby vixen.

"I... can make an exception, Sir," she says softly, smiling as she blushes. She stands slowly, caressing his cock as she stands until it's free from her thighs. Her ass is begging to be slapped, and so it is - the fox gasps, moaning as she feels the panther's strong, firm, sensual slap against her ass, making her tail move out of the way. "Ooh... God, you're strong," she sheepishly chuckles.

"Hah," he chuckles coolly, "I just get excited when I play... does it excite you?" he asks, reaching beneath the fox, cupping her pussy and caressing it outside her leather pantied. "Mmm... hard to tell through this kind of material. Why don't you relax... get out of your work clothes?"

"Aha, I would like to, but..." Champagne swerves her hips, dancing a bit more as her tail swirls behind her.

"Mmmgh," the cat is persistent. Extending a claw, he rips the material just outside her pussy, making the tight, leather panties rip, popping open harshly, leaving her pussy exposed, "Whoops... my, my... what a terrible accident," he says coolly, purring as he smirks.

"Ha-aagh!" Champagne shivers, startled. She giggles as she feels the panther's warm, soft paw cup over her slit again. "Mmmgh... your hands are so... big and warm."

"Like your father's?" the cat chuckles.

"Ah!" Champagne giggles loudly, "N-no! That's quite strange... d'your other girlfriends say things like that? That your hands feel like their fathers'?"

"Some have... but I don't have other girlfriends, Babygirl," he purrs, caressing harder, pressing his palm into Champagne's clit, rubbing slowly. "Keep dancing for me, Love."

Champagne grinds against the panther's palm, dancing as she stands erect, allowing her tail to gently brush and buff against his cock. "Mmgh... it's... s-so strange to be handled so softly."

"Do other men get rough with you?" the panther asks, concerned, gripping Champagne's left hip as his right palm continues rubbing her clit, following her movements while she dances.

"I... n-no, not on purpose..." she starts to pant, "I like it rough, Sir, but it's... th-the ladies who can get a bit... monstrous. In a delightful way," she looks behind herself, winking."

"You're getting very wet," the panther purrs, his thunder rolling softly into Champagne's ears. "Do you want me to satisfy you, Champagne... I've dreamed of doing so since last month ever since getting off the video chat with you."

"You've been thinking of me that long?" Champagne shyly asks, stifling a whimper, "I'm nothing special, just a dancer. You should meet Sasha, she--"

"I'm sure she's lovely," the panther groans, purring loudly and intensely, taking his soaked-palmed paw away from the fox's pussy, guiding her to slowly sit down, pressing his aching tip against her entrance, "but it's you that I crave. Your body is a work of art... and you make dancing look so splendid, Little One. Give me consent... for this," he thrusts slowly and softly upward, pressing his tip against her clitoris, feeling her throb against him.

"Mmgh... y-yes... please, Sir. Y-you can put it inside..." Champagne's eyes dim, the candlelight making them look dewey and glassy as she looks back to her online encounter in the flesh and fur. "Please... it's so... big and..." she looks behind herself, taking another look at the panther's cock. It looks very thick and very big - she's only ever had one nearly that big, but the panther's cock has a very thick, swollen tip and hardened shaft are a dark grey, a bit darker than the panther's underfur. His veins are a bit visible, adding depth and texture along his shaft, making Champagne want to feel it, hoping it would throb in her hands. "S-so big... and... s-sca--"

"Scary?"

"A little..." Champagne slowly inhales, filling her lungs and diaphragm with air as the thick, lengthy cock slowly slides into her pussy, filling her completely and pressing hard against her cervix. "Aa-agh... y-you're so far inside!" Champagne begins to bounce on the panther's cock, feeling herself widen inside, accommodating his impressive, soda-can girth.

"Mmgh," the panther groans, scooping Champagne's hair into a ponytail, holding it around his fist, "I've never felt a girl in your profession as tight as you."

"I've never felt someone as impressive as you..." Except that one time... eh, no, that's not important. This man is such a breath of fresh air. Maybe I'll behave for this one. Feeling the cock thrusting upward and then the tug on the back of her head, she gives in immediately, her pussy throbbing and swallowing the panther's cock whole over and over. She sits on his cock completely, feeling it press hard against her cervix before she's made to stand slowly, riding the panther's dick slowly. "Aagh... it's so... big. You feel like you could burst through my entire womb," she coos, her ears flat against her skull as she closes her eyes. "Agh, I can feel myself squeezing around you... I... ha-aagh... I just wanna..."

"Let it out, Babygirl... it's okay to be loud," the panther purrs gently behind her. His muscles constrict in his thighs as he thrusts upward, slamming into Champagne's cervix, feeling her tighten around him. "Mmmgh, you're starting to spasm already... not going to cum yet, are you?"

"No, Sir," the fox pants, riding a bit faster, her head held back by the panther's grip on her hair, "N-no, Sir... ha-aagh, I just... aa-aa-aagh, it feels so... ngh! G-good..." she begins breathing harder, riding a bit faster, feeling him thrust up into her. She feels the panther grab the base of her tail, pulling it up and ripping her panties even more, able to get a good look at her asshole, making her shudder and feel more exposed than ever. "A-ah! N-no... don't look there. It's... not cleaned all the way."

"Don't worry... I'm not going to be playing in there... this time," the panther groans lovingly, letting go of her hair and pressing his thumb against her anus, feeling her pulse. "I can feel your heartbeat... are you that excited, Cham? Does finally fucking me in person excite you?"

"Yes, Sir," Champagne says, letting her head hang down as she rides his cock faster, "I've... t-touched myself to you... for weeks!"

"Oh my... good, good girl," the panther purrs, stopping Champagne from riding, "Now... stand up... turn around... and bend over for me." He stands up as she does, turning her to the sofa and bending her forward. Using his own foot, sliding it between her ankles, the panther widens Champagne's stance. He presses a palm between her shoulders, slowly bending her over. As she stands bent, he slides his hand down to the small of her back, looking her over... analyzing her as he breathes heavily, stroking his cock as he purrs. "My God, you look absolutely delicious in person, Champagne," he says, licking his lips like he'd never seen something so tasty. He reaches to her zipper on her left hip, zipping it all the way down. He strokes himself a little harder, but slowly as he moves to the next zipper, unzipping her panties completely. They fall beneath her, unzipped and unable to stay fastened on her body.

Champagne breathes hard as her pussy throbs. God, please put it back in. That cock is so fucking good... put it back in and fuck my brains out, already! She feels him pressing against her from behind, his erect cock grazing her mons as he thrusts slowly, rubbing the topside of his shaft along her wet, hot slit. He slides his hands up her back, coming beneath her arms and over her breasts, feeling the leather bra. He presses his fingertips over her hard, sensitive nipples behind the fabric, leaning into her ear, purring and breathing so, very sultry.

"Let's get this off of you," his thunder rolls, sending chills up Champagne's spine. He pinches the zipper on Champagne's cleavage, slowly dragging it down. The very sound of the zipper's teeth being separated makes her pussy twitch and throb. She can feel her clit throbbing and bouncing for attention. The panther smirks as he catches the fox reaching for her pussy and he cups his hand over her slit, denying her access. "Ah-ah... that's for me to play with. Be patient."

Champagne shudders, placing both hands on the sofa's cushions, waiting and breathing hard. She can feel the heat rising off of her body. "Yes, Sir," she says, feeling herself begin to sweat nervously, shaking in anticipation.

"Champagne, you really are such a good girl," the panther says, uncovering her pussy and returning to the bra, sliding the straps off her shoulders and removing it from her like a small jacket, gently laying it on the sofa to the right side. "So, very good... making me feel like you actually take me seriously. Do you take me seriously?"

"Yes, Sir," she says with a smirk, looking back at the aroused beast of a cat, swishing her tail to the left, getting it out of his way. Hmm... does he want this to be a serious thing? I respect the lifestyle, but I hope he doesn't plan on actually trying to tame or train me for real. Jeeze, just hurry up and fuck me! "Sir... mgh... p-please," Champagne says, sticking her ass up a bit higher, showing off her aching, puffy pussy.

"Oh, poor girl..." says Sir, rubbing his hard cock against her even more. He backs up slowly, pressing his tip against her entrance and thrusting forward very, very slowly. His thick girth is snug as he inserts himself, filling her with his length. "Mmmgh, God," he says, breathy and hot, "You are... so incredible. You feel so good around my cock, Babygirl."

"S-Sir..." Champagne groans, beginning to pant as her stomach flutters, her pussy sucking him in while also feeling forced to widen.

"Oh, don't whine, now..." the panther says lovingly, comforting his sexy playmate, "I've got you... feels good, hmm?"

"Yes... yes!" Champagne says, feeling the panther thrust a bit faster, but not much harder. "How are you so th-thick?" she asks quietly, her moans breathy and soft.

"Mmgh... thinking about you does that to me, Babygirl," he purrs, his rolling thunder turning into a very subtle storm. "Your pussy feels... way better than I imagined it would. Aagh, Champagne... f-fuu-uu-uu-uck, Babygirl!"

Champagne moans, breathing hard as she feels the swollen tip tapping faster against her cervix. The panther's girth squeezes inside her, making her able to feel his texture; the veins add a very subtle ridge-like feeling inside her canals. Her thoughts begin to get fuzzy as she starts to feel light headed, breathing harder and groaning louder as Sir thrusts, gripping her hips tightly as he occasionally strokes her upper thighs. The strong, lustful thrusts inside her make her feel as if she's floating - the sensation to call out in bliss wells up inside her, but as she groans once more, preparing to scream in ecstasy as her walls constrict around the thick shaft, she feels her hair get tugged on and she's forced to face upward.

"You feel so God damned good," the panther hisses in pleasure, his rolling thunder now a strong gust of wind. He thrusts harder and a bit faster, breathing in a steady rhythm as Champagne moans for him, praising him and even reaching back with one hand, opening her pussy wider for him. "Fuck... agh, fuck... cum for me, Babygirl. Come on..." he breathes harder, thrusting faster as he tugs a bit harder on her hair, "Come on... cum on this cock!" He feels her tighten up as if she were attempting to crush his shaft, "F-fuck yes... come on!"

"I... I feel..." Champagne groans, feeling the pleasure well up inside her as her walls tighten, clinging to the panther's cock for dear life, "I'm cum-m-m-ming!" she groans, trying not to be too loud for fear of the club staff intervening. "I'm... h-h'oh, God!" her voice is almost a whine - a high pitched, stifled scream slowly released as a blissful exhale. Her words are close together, uttered in the same breath, "Oh-my-God-I'm-cumming-it-feels-so-good-aa-aa-aagh-yes-yes-yes!"

The panther growls amidst a groaning purr as he feels the fox's slick juices melting around his cock. Before he loses control, he rips himself out of her, making her turn to face him. Champagne is pushed suggestively to her knees, and while her orgasm is still rushing inside her, she kneels before him. She grips his massive, juice-slicked cock by the base, dragging her tongue up the underside before sucking the tip into her mouth. She greedily takes him into her throat, feeling her pussy throb as the high of her orgasm lingers in her head, chest, stomach, and pussy. As her body throbs, the fox sucks the panther's cock as if her life depended on it; Sir breathes hard, thrusting with his hands on her shoulders, guiding her back and forth.

"Your pussy is phenomenal - video chat doesn't do it justice one bit... and this throat... aa-haa-aagh, this throat, Babygirl!" the black panther lifts his face to the ceiling, thrusting harder, feeling his swelling, tingling tip slide down the fox's throat before being pulled back out with ease. Over and over he tenderly makes love to Champagne's throat, soon looking down into her sweet, satisfied gaze. "Mmgh, I'm so close... do you want my cum, Babygirl?"

"Mmgh! Mm-hmm," Champagne nods, looking up at the panther, her pussy dripping with her own juices, finally calming down from the orgasm. She sucks him harder and faster, daring to take him even deeper. Champagne slams herself forward, forcing Sir's cock deeper into her throat, feeling his large, tight balls pressing beneath her chin.

"A-aagh..." the panther groans, the pleasant storm in his voice turning into a typhoon, "Fuck... I'm cumming! S-swallow it... swallow like a g-good... girl!" As he says "girl", his beastly growling shines through, frightening the fox into an excitement she'd not felt in a long time. She feels his cum splashing in the back of her throat, hot and thick, as he continues to thrust, his movements becoming stiff as his orgasm crashes over the both of them. He can feel her swallowing his seed while his tip is in the back of her throat - the swallowing caresses his tip, making him shudder in pleasure. "Oh, wow..." he says, panting, whispering - trying to keep his voice down. "Champagne... oh, God, Champagne."

The fox slowly pulls herself back, sliding the still-thick, slowly-softening cock out of her throat, leaving only the very, very tip between her lips, making sure not to waste any of Sir's cum. That was... so intense. I feel like I couldn't breathe. Like I was floating. Sex with this guy legit makes me feel quite high. And oh my God, that orgasm! I came so bloody hard! She pulls away completely, swallowing the savory cum, licking her lips clean.

Sir runs a hand atop his head between his ears, wiping away his beading sweat. He looks down at his playdate, smiling as a gentle gratefulness shines in his golden eyes, "Did you..."

"Yes, Sir," Champagne opens her mouth to show that it's empty, sitting on her knees, her tail looped next to her with her palms down upon her lap, back straight and ears up.

"Good girl," the panther says, tucking his cock away and kneeling down on a single knee to Champagne on her level, placing a hand on top of her head, petting her lovingly, "Very, very good girl." Sir sighs, smiling to the fox before him. "You obey so well... and you are so very easy to feel comfortable with." He takes his hand away, sliding it down her arm and resting his large, gentle hand on her left hand atop her lap. "Consider becoming mine, Champagne."

"Sir... I..."

"Please. Let me play with you. Be my submissive and I will be the best dominant I can be to you. Please. I can't accept 'no' from you... I'll always keep trying," he smirks. His eyes, though gentle, look very determined. "Champagne... surely you're much better than dancing for strange men and... fucking people online for money. Be with me... you'll want for nothing and you'll be... so... very cared for."

Champagne smiles, looking away, "I am cared for... I've got my mates - they're sisters to me, yeah?" the fox stands up before her temporary dominant, offering him a hand to help him stand, "Lots of girls are forced into the things I do and some girls simply have nowhere else to go," Champagne says, the panther accepting her hand, standing before her. "But I... frankly, am just a proud slut!" she smiles, giggling playfully. "I've so much respect for the BDSM community and I find it very helpful, very intimate, and very serious," she sighs, "but I cannot be tied down to one person. I love to dance and I love to love... and I love when that little nympho in our dressing room smacks me 'round some," she says playfully. "But you, Sir... you're definitely one of my favorite experiences."

"I can't stand that other men get to have you," he smiles, looking the fox over with a burning desire, "Please... just consider. You say 'no' now, but... I don't."

"I understand... but just know that this experience with you is... well," she bends down, picking up her clothing, admiring the hole torn in her panties, "one of a kind, Mist-er-rr-rr?"

"You can keep calling me 'Sir'," the panther says, his rolling thunder returning to its rightful places in Sir's throat and Champagne's ears, "I very much like when you call me 'Sir', it feels right."

"Well... you're one of a kind, Sir," Champagne says, slipping her clothes back on, shy about the panties becoming a crotchless pair. "I don't typically demand money or things from my clients... but these were one of two favorite pairs of leather panties... Sir," Champagne smirks, sticking her tongue out playfully as she heads to the door. "This ain't a whore-house, so... I won't charge for the sex. The dance, though... that's $80.00 at the front desk."

The panther primps his clothing, making himself presentable before tucking one hand into the pocket of his slacks. He smirks, stifling a chuckle as he smiles to the free spirit about to walk away from his grasp. "Absolutely, Miss Champagne. It was an honor to be with you."

"As well with you, Sir," the fox winks, leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

"Where were you?" Sasha says, entering the dressing room, panting and covered in sweat, glitter, and even a splotch of cum. She plops down on the sofa, kicking her boots off, exaggerating her exhaustion. "They were all over me! I know I scheduled a few more dances, but maybe we should consider themes with sneakers... or bare feet. Heels are killer!"

"Well, y'know what they say," Champagne laughs, bringing Sasha a drink of water, "beauty is pain. Besides, those boots are mad adorable."

"They are... but for two straight hours? My body's fine, it's my feet that suck," Sasha plops her feet up on her friend's lap, "Rub me?" she asks, pulling a pathetic, sweet gaze.

"Of course, Love," Champagne smiles, rubbing Sasha's tired feet. "And... if you must know, I was scheduled for a private dance. Made eighty bucks."

"Eighty? What, was it a five minute dance?" Sasha raises a lopped ear, "Why were you gone so long, then?"

"Eh... he was an interesting guy, is all," Champagne says, flattening her ears, shyly.

"You... ya fucked him," Sasha smirks, "Called it. What's he like?"

"Well," the fox sighs, "He's... a good guy. Really... very interesting."

"Do not fall in love!" Sasha demands, pointing a serious index finger, "Guys always start out perfect and dreamy... but a few months in..."

"I know, I know!" Champagne giggles, "Chill, Mom."

"Oh, you're about to call me Mama, little Missy!" Sasha threatens, giggling as she playfully slaps the fox's arm. "Mmmgh... right there, though... those heels! Ugh!"

Champagne lounges back on the sofa, massaging Sasha's feet, smiling to herself. That guy really is quite nice. I wouldn't mind being his regular dancer, though. Perhaps he's... not opposed to some kind of arrangement. I can't lock-down... but... I do want to see him again.

The panther looks at his cellphone, scrolling through photos on his phone, looking at photos he'd saved of Champagne from not only her OnlyFur page, but ones that she's sent him. One that stands out in particular is one of her smiling with a happy, bubbly looking purple-haired bunny and a very photo-shy, slightly annoyed looking collie. Champagne is in the center of the photo, holding up a peace-sign, looking happy and whole.

Perhaps I could work out an arrangement of some kind. I wouldn't want to take her away from the life that clearly makes her happy. I'll make her a regular dancer... I just need her to be part of my life, even if I can't have her all to myself. Sir looks a little closer at the trio, a perverted smirk streaking his feline face. Hate that I'm thinking about it but... I wonder if she'd be interested in a four-way sometime?