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Stairway to Heaven

by BangBear

The security guard helped her to her feet and out into the club's hallway. "You're stationing VIP balcony 3 tonight."

"How many are there?" Nikki asked, taking a little extra time to ensure she was used to the feeling of the toy inside her. She didn't disclose to the guard what it was that made her so off balance. They had to speak loudly to hear each other over the music, and thankfully that also helped hide her heavier breathing.

"5 guests right now, possibly more on the way," the strapping jaguar relayed.

"Any girls besides me?"

"No."

"Of course," she grumbled. "And I'm sure no one else is planned to help me?"

"None."

"Lovely." She took a few steps to test herself, making sure to stay upright to disguise her secret. She stifled a groan and tried to keep her expression unchanged. "Let me escort you there," the guard insisted.

"Escort the escort? Funny, but I'm fine Johnny. I know where the balcony is. Just let the others know I'm on the way." The guard watched her start walking away, seemingly unhindered now, and spoke into his earpiece. "Miss Nikki en route to VIP balcony 3. Make sure she gets there safe."

It took focus on every step to not stumble or double over. She had to expect that with any individual stride she might get a spike of stimulation. As she walked down the staff hall towards the public area she could feel it rocking back and forth within her, giving her a steady baseline pleasure to have to work through. The music grew louder as she approached the crowd that was kept at bay by a pair of lion guards. "Eyes on," one said into his earpiece, tracking her walk up to the crowd.

"Fuck..." she muttered under her breath, scanning the living obstacle before her. Her even stride wouldn't cut it anymore. There wasn't enough room between the bodies filling the club space for that. She'd have to weave between them, stay on her toes and change direction on a dime to dodge guests and waitstaff walking by.

The lighting didn't help either. Or rather, the lack of it. Lights lined the walls along the floors and ceilings that helped show the way, but they weren't bright enough to highlight the people in the club. Instead, she had to rely on the strobes flashing to the beat of the music to gauge where she was, at least until her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Her grip on her clutch tightened, and after a pause she took her first step in.

She attempted to squeeze herself sideways through a group of people, and instantly regretted it. She hadn't prepped for a sideways stride. The toy stirred within her in a way she didn't predict, and it was enough to throw her off her footing. Something between a moan and a grunt escaped her as she fell against a guest and bounded off their shoulder further into the crowd. Her feet scurried under her and her arms tried to reach out to grab anything to break her fall.

Just before she slammed into the ground she stopped. She felt arms around her, one around her back, and the other just under her breasts. "Whoa, lady, are you okay?" a voice asked. Nikki managed to stumble to her feet with the assistance of her savior, eyes wide with shock from the fall.

"Y-yeah, thanks." The near fall shifted the toy within her, forcing her to contend with the new orientation. As she stood up it teased her once again, the crocodile's knees buckled under her and she stumbled forward again to the wall through a small gap in the crowd. She managed to catch herself with her arms against it and leaned there for support, eyes closed as she silently cursed Gordon for the shit he put her through. "Did you have a little too much to drink?"

"No, I just..."

"A little too much something ecstasy?" She was about to answer no again, but caught herself. They'd probably keep asking questions and she really didn't want to get them any closer to the actual reason.

"Yeah, that..."

"Haha, party girl partied too hard. It's cool, it happens to everyone," they said, Nikki rising slowly, feeling the new way the toy prodded at her insides and trying to quickly acclimate. She took a slow breath and steadied herself, her eyes opening to the sight of two black furred hands planted on the wall on either side of her. She turned to see a fox grinning at her.

"How about you let me take you home? I've got a good remedy for that. I promise you'll sleep well..." He got closer, and quickly she pushed him away.

"No, not interested." She tried to step to the side, but he stepped with her.

"Come on, girl, look at you. You don't wanna run into some creep with bad intentions, they're crawling all over this place! You're lucky you ran into me."

"Fuck off." She grabbed his arm and peeled it away to free herself. His other hand grabbed her upper arm tightly as she tried to step away.

"Don't be like that, you won't regret it!" He pulled her closer.

"Let me go, you shithead!" She tried pulling away and shaking him off, but he held firm. Pushing him away wasn't working, he was stronger. She had to think of something quick, and she couldn't tell if any help was on the way. In a flash she yanked the arm she she held towards her and lunged forward and slammed her jaws shut on it. The sudden movement jostled the toy in her guts around nearly enough to knock her to the ground again, much of her weight held up by the teeth in his arm. He howled loud enough to turn heads of guests 20 feet away, even over the music. Thankfully, her moan from the toy was drowned out by that.

"You bitch, let me go! Get the fuck off! Security! Help! She's fucking tearing my arm off!" She didn't relent, not until she saw two men in security uniforms grab the fox. "Let him go, we got it," a familiar voice next to her said. She obliged, and released the serrated vice from his bloodied forearm after planting her hands on her knees to support herself.

"Fuck, fuck that hurts!" the fox whined, holding his injured limb. Nikki spit the blood to the side and wiped her mouth with her hand, the taste of it lingering on her tongue. Tasted horrible, but fuck did that feel good. He was quickly dragged away by the two lion guards. "H-hey, what are you doing? I'm the victim here, this bitch tried to kill me! Call an ambulance!"

"Are you okay, Miss Nikki?" Johnny asked her, the croc groaning to herself.

"Yeah, thanks," she said, eyes on the loser fox as he protested his detention. "You saw what happened, right?"

"Everything. Came as fast as we could. Cameras caught it, too." She gave a simple nod, and there was a pause as she watched the fox get taken through the crowd, vanishing from her sight. "Minor incident on the ground floor, it's being taken care of," he said into his earpiece.

"Asshole." She inspected herself, making sure there were no blood spots on her dress. She was spared that, thankfully. A quick adjustment to her sleeve that was grabbed and she was no worse for wear. Johnny stood silently next to her, waiting for what she'd do next.

"I changed my mind. I'll take that escort, now." Johnny nodded at her, updated the team on his earpiece again, and placed an arm around her shoulder, Nikki rising upright again. She didn't take that first step with him, and he looked back to check on her. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just..." There was clear discomfort on her face that the jaguar picked up on. Her arm was help out for balance. "Let's walk slow." She took a baby step forward, testing the new waters after the commotion discretely rearranged her insides. Fine so far. Another, slightly larger test step. Still okay. The next one, some sensation, but not unmanageable. Johnny joined her now, one arm around her shoulder and the other outstretched in front of them.

"Clear a path!" his voice boomed, Nikki now walking at a slow, steady, and manageable pace. The crowd members could make out the imposing figure walking towards them, and the retroreflective markings on his uniform outed him as security. They would listen, the guard only repeating for clusters that weren't paying attention or hadn't heard him coming already.

She was getting worked up again, the pace being just fast enough for a steady buildup of pleasure. She looked down, avoiding the eyes of the club's patrons and following the guidance of the strong arm around her. Her breathing grew heavier, and she could feel her underwear growing damp. How far were they now? How much more of this did she need to walk? She didn't dare look up for any familiar landmarks, afraid the knowledge would just make it worse.

"Watch your step," he said to her as he came to a stop and brought his parting arm in front of her to halt her as well. "Just up these stairs and around the corner now."

The stairs. She forgot about the goddamn stairs. Wait, no, she didn't, she thought. There weren't supposed to be any stairs. The elevator had a stop on the VIP floor. "Hold on, why the fuck did Gordon send me to ground level?" she asked, so caught up in his antics that she hadn't fully considered where he'd sent her.

"The door is malfunctioning," he answered. "Ground level was the closest stop."

"Bullshit, malfunctioning. He blocked it on purpose."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he-"

He waited for an answer.

"Forget it, let's just go." She placed a foot on the first step and held on tight to the railing, then brought herself up. It was almost too much for her to hold back a moan, but she managed. She couldn't hide her expression, however.

"Nikki, are you sick? Did you take something? You've been stumbling around since you got down here."

"I'm fine. Let's go." Just get it over, she thought. Taking one step at a time was just prolonging it. She grabbed the rail firmly and took another step. She was visibly off balance, but she managed to correct enough that it didn't matter by the time she was scaling the next step. He couldn't see from behind her, but Nikki grit her teeth and breathed through them. He began climbing with her now, still oblivious to the internal assault the girl was getting right in front of him.

The landing was only a few steps away now, but that meant she'd only be halfway there. She was sweating. Not from the steps of course, she could do these 7 times over in her sleep. Earlier she was furious she didn't cum, now she was fighting not to. She took herself up the last three steps in a hurry, hoping to pause her torture once she made it to the landing. It was the worst decision she made that night.

Johnny heard her this time, and finally realized what was going on. She grabbed onto the railing with both hands, purse dangling off her shoulder from the thin strap. Her knees nearly knocked together, forcing herself to remain standing with everything she had, simply because if she crouched at all she'd have to explain a slipping hazard to the staff, and Gordon would find out.

"Jesus, Nikki... you should've said something sooner." He waited next to her, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to her. She heard him, but was in no state to respond. It took every fiber of her being to not flood the floor. Her arms tensed, hands as tight around the railing as can be, legs firmed up like steel fibers. Every muscle in her squeezed to its maximum. She. Would. Not. Cum.

She agonized there, for how long she didn't know, but she held out, right on the edge of her climax. She hardly breathed, she was flexing so hard. Johnny watched the unpleasant display, desperately wanting to leave but knowing he couldn't leave her here like this. He scratched his chin and looked away as she grunted and took short, sharp breaths.

Slowly, she felt it relenting. Slowly, she took longer, more full breaths. Slowly, she was able to relax. Her forehead planted on the wall as she began slumping, tired from holding so hard for so long. She noticed the song was different now. Eventually, she was able to completely ease back to a natural stance, now catching her breath. A curious hand reached down to swipe up her inner thigh and...

"Dammit..." Wet. Through her underwear, down her legs. Probably into her shoes, but she couldn't confirm in the darkness, and didn't dare to bend over to find out. "How long have we been here?" she asked.

"About 5 minutes. You, uh, finished cumming?"

"I didn't cum."

"That sure looked and sounded like it."

"I. Didn't." She furrowed her brows at him, taking shaky steps to turn around and place her back against the wall like him. He placed a finger to his earpiece as someone contacted him.

"No, sir, we're still on the way." A pause. "No, according to her she didn't. ... Understood, she'll be there shortly." Of course the cock was checking in on her, looking for a reason to weasel out of her gift. Johnny turned to her with his finger off his ear. "Customers are waiting, Nikki. We gotta get a move on."

"Yeah yeah, I'm moving." Her eyes went wide as they landed on the stairs stretching up to the 2nd floor. She was not equipped for this. "H-hey..." she hesitantly looked at the jaguar.

"Hm?"

"Carry me."

"...What?"

"Carry me up the stairs. I'm not gonna make it if I walk."

"You're joking," he laughed.

"Look, if I try to walk up those stairs, there's gonna be a fucking waterfall down these steps. Do you wanna deal with that?"

He tapped his finger on his arm, not happy with the situation he was given. "You owe me for this," he relented, standing up off the wall and turning to her. "Come here." He squat down and scooped her up with a soft huff, one arm behind her shoulders for support, and one just under her butt to hold most of her weight. The jaguar guard turned and stepped over to the next flight of stairs and began climbing it.

"Ahaah, hey!" His forearm pressed right against the toy and churned it deeper inside.

"God, what now?" he paused, only two steps up.

"Your fucking..." she squirmed, trying to adjust herself. "Your arm!"

"What about it?" He lifted his carrying arm to try and spot the problem, and she almost knocked herself out of his grip.

"Stop! Stop!" He froze, Nikki huffing in his grip. He noticed his arm was wet now.

"Are you gonna ask me to teleport up there instead? You're gonna get jostled no matter what."

"Fuck you, asshole. I didn't ask for this. Gordon did it."

"Yeah, yeah, just hold on, it'll be quick." He took another step forward and started climbing again, quicker than she was ready for. Each step shifted her weight in his arms, oscillating the pressure on the toy.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." she repeated under her breath, feeling herself approaching once again. Her claws started digging into his shoulder.

"Ow, watch it or I'm gonna drop you!" She balled her hands into fists to spare his back the wrath of her claws as she breathed hard into his chest, continuing to swear. This shit wasn't worth the shoes.

"Almost there. Three, two, one, done." He counted the last few and stopped at the top, then set her down. She nearly toppled over, only saved by his hand catching her around the waist. "Get it together, girl. The clients are right over there." he said, pointing towards the balcony. A group of men in suits laughed and shared drinks loudly, but as of now they were too occupied with whatever story was being told to notice her tripping up. The only people here were VIPs and staff.

She was frozen in place again once placed down, fending off another climax before it was appropriate. She was so close to them though, why not just let it happen here? Eyes and hands closed tight, she got herself to a state where she could walk towards them. She placed one foot in front of the other, her mind solely on her making it there without cumming.

One foot followed the other, her mind splitting the load of not busting and crossing the distance. Thankfully there was no crowd to work through, she could beeline. One last trial before she didn't have to worry anymore. They grew closer, she could make out their figures better in the darkness. She sped up, betting that she could make it to them before her orgasm made it to her. One of them noticed her.

"Hey, beautiful! Come over and join us!" he said, the group laughing obnoxiously. Gordon always gave her the dumbest dudes. The man waved her over to him and patted his lap. Given any other situation she'd have walked away. Currently, however...

She found herself sat on his lap mere moments later, breathing hard and no longer thinking straight. A small gasp escaped her from his touch. "Attagirl. What's your na-..." the hyena paused, inspecting the hand he'd just placed on her inner thigh in the flashing light. It was wet. Very wet. "Holy shit, fellas, she's ready to party!"

Without warning, he shoved his hand up her skirt to the cheers of his buddies, his fingers pressing hard against her and rubbing up and down rapidly. "Fuck... fuck!" she squealed, clamping her legs on his hand hard. She could finally let go.

The croc flooded her underwear and soaked his lap, grinding herself against him desperately in the orgasm she'd been denied. The men cheered and whooped at the vulgar display, the hyena's tongue lolled out of his mouth and lapped at her clothed breast. Her arm wrapped around him and pulled him closer, her whole body trembling with long built up pleasure. He bit down, with a chuckle as she yelped and pulled him in harder, riding out the massive climax on him.

Eventually she came down from it enough to speak, and she gave one simple, desperate instruction to the men.

"Somebody fuck my ass now."