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It was going to be another long night. Saturdays were always busy but this one looked to be super busy. Rocket came backstage after his show was over and fell into one of the chairs. "How rowdy are they out there?" Jake asked adjusting the finishing touches on his costume tux. "Are we going to get chased off the stage or begged for more?" The large bull glanced over to his smaller partner for the evening, appreciating the beautiful gown she was just twitching into place. He reached over and made a few adjustments himself, stroking his fingers down the back to straighten the seams so they and her black fur lie straight at least for now.

Rocket shrugged his shoulders more to loosen the tension in them than as a response. "I think the latter; they didn't want me to leave." He grinned a bit as one of the stage hands passed him the stack of bills that they'd gathered from the edges of the stage. "It's a good money night." He stood, stretched his naked body out slowly and headed for his station at the mirrors. "There are a few newbies out there. Are we taking bets on when they figure out Ben and Jerry tonight?" The question seemed innocent enough but when Rocket asked it you knew you're in a losing game.

Jake shook his head slowly. "Not tonight Rocket, I'm trying to save money." He looked Starlight over slowly then nodded. "Looks good, are you still up for the new rope harness in the 4th song? We don't have to if you'd rather stick to the same old." He met her eyes in the mirror watching to see if she was showing signs of nervousness.

She smiled brightly at him and shook her head. "Nope, I'm up for the new one, it's prettier and makes my boobs stand out better. If you can manage it we should get more tips that way." She turned in place to look him over, making sure that all his costume was in place, smoothing down the little wrinkles in the rich material. "Besides the contrast of the bright pink and white rope against my fur should prove striking."

The bull smiled indulgently down at the vixen and nodded. "Then the new harness it is." The sound of the music dying and the DJ's voice, Rosco tonight it sounded like, crackled through the building. "Our next performance is a special one folks, for your delight a young girl will dance with the devil himself and become corrupted beyond redemption. Please welcome Smoke and Starlight to the stage."

Starlight lifted up on her toes and kissed Jake on the cheek then pulled away and headed for the curtain. As the music started she disappeared through the black material and he moved into the place she'd vacated. A soft "Break a leg" drifted to him from Rocket as Jake waited for the music to cue his arrival on stage. Half a minute into the song he stepped through the curtains.

The club was dimly lit and the spray glitter that he'd used on his fur showed up in the black light as glowing red highlights to give him a demonic look in the dim lighting. Starlight was her usual glamorous self, her black fur absorbing the light while the white both in her fur and on her dress gave the illusion of glowing pinpoints of light. She paused in her solo dance to look around as if she sensed something, but he was still hidden in the recessed alcove a demonic grey and red head floating above the bit of white from his shirt and the smoky black of his tux. A few more turns and a jump later he stepped from the concealing darkness to better observe her. Now she spotted him and acted as if she was afraid, but he simply moved to copy her last few steps, following her retreating form across the stage. His legs were longer and it didn't take long before she was only arms length away from him. They dance like that, her trying to get away, him ever her shadow until the end of the first song, then the second started seamlessly and she feigned tiredness.

Now his hands reached out to support her as she moved, lifting her effortlessly from her feet and carrying her about the stage. The gown she was wearing fluttered in the movement from their bodies, making it seem as if she was flying. At first her movements were stiff, holding herself away from him but as the second song faded into the third she started to cling to his strength. Her body seemed to melt against his and when his hands started to move into inappropriate areas she didn't protest, instead she started caressing his hands, encouraging more and more daring touches from him.

The third song ended with them poised near the back curtain, a longing on her face and a knowing grin on his. Then the lights faded and they darted through the curtain to change in the space of a song into the more revealing costumes that were hidden under the tux and dress.

When their fourth song started they were both back on stage, his hands poised at her bust and with the first strains of the haunting melody her costume was rent from her leaving her bare before the audience in a single move so swift that it left them gasping. She tried to cover herself but his big hands lifted her wrists over her head as he dragged her to center stage. She was lifted to her toes as his deft hands worked the rope that was hanging from the ceiling around her wrists. Nearly suspended now she had no way to get free of his groping hands as they worked their magic with the rope that had been placed on the stage by the stagehands in the intervening song.

Within moments she was wrapped in glowing white rope, around her chest and up between her small breasts it went, then pink was added to enhance her small bust, making the firm round globes stand out wantonly. Next a harness was wrapped around her hips and between her thighs, pulled tight to disappear between her labia and left there so she was on full display. He ripped his shirt off throwing it toward the back of the stage after wiping at his brow.

With a flourish of his arms he pretended to pull down on an imaginary rope, at the same time the stage hands lowered a mirror down so that the girl could see what her bound form looked like naked and trembling. He moved behind her, hands sliding over her form but never quite touching as he whispered in her ears. The audience had no idea what he was saying to her but from the way her struggles slowly stopped and she started looking more carefully at her body he seemed to be having an effect on her.

The fourth song faded into the fifth, he lifted her securing her ankles into ropes that dropped down from the rafters by those same helpful stagehands. Now her body was angled so that the hungry eyes of the audience could view those tortured labia, another set of ropes dropped and Jake worked quickly to wrap her waist so that she was not supported just by her arms and legs. She was at the perfect height for him to enter her, and with his back to the audience he jerked his pants off, his dark furred ass beautifully framed by the white straps that held his jock in place.

When he turned he got the laugh that was customary at this point in their act. The jock was shaped like the head of a demon, with glowing yellow eyes and a grinning red face. He wriggled his hips suggestively a few times to draw out the mirth, then faced his captive. She screamed and pretended to faint as any maiden would when faced with the devils own cock. For a time he was the main focus, prancing around his victim trying to awaken her. At the same time dragging out the mirth that followed ever time he made a lunge that looked like his 'demon cock' was trying to get into the 'unconscious' girl.

Just as the fifth song faded into the sixth, she lifted her head. Now he showed her that the demon head was just an illusion, stripping off the jockstrap to leave him in nothing but his skin. He was still a large man, his tool as wide as a horse his size but nowhere near as long. With her bound all she could do was shake her head and squirm to try to get away from him as he moved into position between her spread legs. His hands stroked over her body, teased and caressed, building the semblance of passion in her until she was unable to deny that she wanted him any longer, then just as he moved his hips forward the music ended and the stage went black.

The audience erupted into applause as Starlight was hoisted up into the rafters and he collected the shed costumes and slipped through the black curtain. He ran for the stairs, managing to get up to the landing just as the stagehands pulled Starlight over and slowly lowered her onto it. With deft hands he unfastened her wrists first checking to make sure she had good circulation in her fingers, then her ankles and finally her waist. The harnesses could stay until they were in the dressing room. He checked her toes and legs before he helped her stand up, the stage hands staying back far enough to not get in his way. "Does anything hurt?" He whispered so as not to be heard over the music that was playing below.

The vixen shook her head, lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. He in turn slid his arms around her waist and together they stood, her on wobbly legs, him firmly supporting her. Whispering back she said, "Nothing, you were perfect as usual Smoke." She kissed his cheek again leaning heavily against him.

Being suspended like that for the duration of two whole songs left her weak as a kitten for a while so he picked her up and headed slowly and carefully down the stairs. He settled her into one of the comfy chairs, took the glass of water that was handed to him by one of the helpful staff and held it to her lips for her to sip at.

Rocket was gone by this time, but Emerald had taken his place. She was just dusting the last of the sparkling green powder on her tail as he looked up to take notice of their surroundings. "You outdid yourselves tonight." She nodded to a pile of cash sitting on his dressing table. "The crowd nearly stormed the stage when you didn't come back out for a bow." She slipped by him to take position beside the blackout curtain. "I hope tips keep up like this all night." She closed her eyes as she listened for her cue.

He stared at the pile of cash; there were twenties in there as well as the usual ones and fives. Emerald wasn't kidding about the tips tonight. He almost forgot to whisper, "Break a leg" as she slipped onto the stage. Once the other performer was gone he set to unfastening the ropes that wrapped around Starlight's body. He started at the top as he had on stage, but this time it was much faster as he was undoing knots instead of making sure they wouldn't cut off her circulation.

Once he was sure Starlight was ready to face the world again, he helped her stand up and they sorted through the pile of tips, both pleasantly surprised at the gleanings for their unusual performance. "Wow, generous crowd tonight." Jake wrapped an arm around his smaller companion and gave her a half hug before folding his portion of the tip money into a wad. "We'll have to check in at the bar on the way upstairs to add this to our accounts." He turned to the wardrobe section and started sorting through his options. "Hey Cliff? What's my schedule look like tonight?" He called over his shoulder as he considered the leather harness that framed his chest muscles admirably.

His brother stepped away from the door, pulling up his tablet. "Looks like two suspensions and a spanking, all regulars." He smiled at his twin then turned to Starlight. "You've a regular looking to flog you and a pair of newbies who want to try M/F/M. They've already been told that it doesn't cost any less just because there are two of them. I would recommend that you use one of the mirror rooms for that one, they are kind of rowdy Miss Starlight." He consulted his tablet once more then added. "Oh and boss wants to know if you're up for a bachelor party on Sunday."

Jake tuned them out at that point, selecting the harness that he'd been eying and adding a pair of black leather pants and a jockstrap, for some reason the ladies seemed to like his ass framed by the white elastic straps almost as much as the men. He dressed as meticulously as he did for an onstage performance, making sure the leather was smooth against his body and the chains weren't twisted. A pair of heavy leather boots covered his foot pads, making him stomp when he walked to give a nice authoritative sound to his foot steps. When he was ready he collected the wad of bills from his dressing table and shoved them into his pocket, he knew he could just add the money to his account by handing it to Cliff or Juno, but he preferred to speak to Jerome in person when he added his tips to his account.

He checked his appearance in the mirror, smiled at the effect, then turned to see if Starlight was ready. "Ready when you are." He leaned his ass against the dressing table and folded his strong arms across his broad chest, mirroring Cliff's pose to see what kind of an effect it would have on the submissive vixen. They loved playing this game with her; it was always amusing to watch her consider the possibilities, even if they were never likely to happen.

This time she seemed to be preoccupied. "Cliff can you tighten this corset for me? It's loose around the middle and that's never good when you're getting flogged." She presented her back to the bulls, hair pulled over her left shoulder to bare her back. The white corset and silk stockings she was in would glow beautifully under the black lights and once the panties were removed she could satisfy those horny boys who wanted to try spitroasting her without having to completely change outfits. It was a good choice, that it contrasted with his choice so completely only made it all the more alluring.

Cliff made the requested adjustments to her costume, and they were ready to make the trek from the dressing room to the bar and then into the back of the house. Juno smiled as they passed her, closing the door behind them so that room would stay cool and relatively sound proofed. They threaded their way down the short hall, Cliff in the lead, to push open the staff only door into the bar. He checked to make sure the coast was clear before allowing the two performers to enter the club proper. The trio made a beeline to the bar and the man behind the cash register.

Several regulars called out greetings; though they were subdued in difference to Emerald's being on the stage. She had them captivated four deep in some places with her veil dance, now down to just a few of the filmy floaty things that Jake never understood how she could cope with. They paused a few times to shake hands and assure their fans that yes they were performing again this evening.

When they got to Jerome, he already had their accounts pulled up on his tablet, "How much did you two make on that last set? It looked like a pretty good haul." He turned to Starlight first as everyone knew Jake was a consummate gentleman and would never do anything before any lady who was in his presence.

Starlight passed over her wad of small bills and told him the amount, which he counted twice before he put the bills in the till and added the total to her account. Then Jake did the same and watched while the amount was entered under his name. He cleared his throat and leaned in a little. "Hey Jerome? Can I get a total? I'm ah... sort of saving up for something." He wasn't trying to be a pain in the ass and he knew that Jerome understood his home situation but the looks some of the other Dancers gave him made him want to keep it a secret if he could.

A knowing look crossed Jerome's face and he nodded. "Here, it's quite a sum this week Smoke. You know you can ask Cliff right? He's got access to the same program that's how he keeps up with what he's got." He winked at the big bull behind Jake's shoulder and blanked the screen once he was sure Jake had what he needed.

Jake rubbed behind his horn for a moment then nodded. "I know but I just feel more comfortable asking you." He pushed himself off the counter and motioned for Starlight to proceed them. She smiled at Jerome and led the little party toward the door hidden behind the bar that also read employees only; this one was painted the same color as the walls to blend in better.

On the other side was a little warren of back hallways, again Cliff took the lead, knowing which rooms the two were scheduled to be in. He opened a door for Starlight, letting her into what looked like a dungeon, complete with all kinds of torture implements and closed it after she slipped in. A few doors down he opened another to let his brother into a similar room this one with rope everywhere and supports built into the ceiling. "Have fun, Bro." He patted Jake on the shoulder and shared a grin with his twin before he closed the door leaving Jake alone in the 10 by 10 room.

He had a few minutes before his first client was to arrive so he sat down and took a few deep breaths. The total in his account would be more than enough to cover the procedure. God that was a load off his mind. He'd have to call Ginger as soon as he was free for the night and let her know. He just hoped they had the money in time to make a difference. It would all be for nothing if they got the cash together and it was too late to save Jenny. The little tyke was his life right now; he'd give his left nut to save her!