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The little club was nothing to look at from the outside, in fact, it was nothing to really look at from the inside when it was empty, only consisting of a large dance floor and several tattered looking booths scattered around the perimeter of the main room. However, during the peak hours, the club was quite a sight to see indeed. It was the kind of place that you needed and invitation to get into; and invitations were pretty hard to come by. It was the kind of place that you needed to know the owners or know the VIP members; they were the only ones who ever had invitations to give out, and only one or two invitations a quarter. The club did not take any kind of fee to be a member, or even a VIP member, it took more than that; it took loyalty.

Kaylee had been a member, and a VIP, for over a year now. The club, which was really the only way it was ever referred to, was her usual spot to pass the time on a Friday and Saturday night, it was rare for her to miss a night. This night was the same as any Friday night, and the side-striped jackal was seated in her usual booth; alone. The female was leaned back into the corner of her seat, her footpaws propped up on the table before her as she watched the occupants on the dance floor.

The jackal had slightly unusual coloring compared to the more common black-backed jackals that most folks were used to seeing. She was mostly a buff-grey color with a darker saddle on her back coming around her sides about halfway to her belly button. There was a white stripe on either side of her that broke up the black coloring that would be hidden when her arms where down at her sides and curved upward slightly to the base of her tail. Her arms and legs were a sandy color, fading to almost white at her paws. Her tail was black speckled with that buff grey until her stark white tail tip.

Those faded footpaws twitched along with the beat of the music, which was currently a heavy bass dubstep song that she didn't actually recognize. Her bright green eyes scanned the dance floor for anyone that caught her interest. As usual, she was quite thankful for the club's dress code, or lack thereof. She watched all the nude furs bumping and grinding and undulating as a group, and her eyes landed on a particular pair that was currently doing much more than just grinding.

The jackal watched and could clearly see that the male was canine, and the female was feline; not an odd pairing in this place. Her ears perked as she noticed the male starting to almost snarl in pleasure, his tapered cock was buried deep inside the female and she had her legs wrapped around his waist. The canine was pulling her up and letting her fall back down over his length. From the distance, Kaylee wasn't able to hear them moaning over the music, but she could imagine the sounds of passion that would be coming from the pair; and she enjoyed the sight immensely.

She could tell that, even though there was clearly passion between them, it was based on lust and not love. This meant little to the jackal, though; she didn't care what brought the pair together, only where it led them. As she watched, she saw one of the canine's paws grip the feline's tail tightly, and his other paw dug into her rump hard. The female threw her head back and it was clear that the noise that she made was half pleasure, and half pain. To Kaylee's disappointment, she watched as the grand finale wasn't as grand as she was expecting. The canine intentionally pulled back slightly as he finished, being quite careful to keep his knot outside of the feline's warm depths.

The jackal sighed and rolled her eyes, not even bothering to watch to see how they handled the afterglow of their mating; it wasn't worth it. Kaylee started to scan the room again, the disappointment clearly showing on her face and her footpaws twitching with annoyance now. It looked as if she wasn't going to be finding anything to sate her curiosity for the night and slowly she dropped her legs from the table and started to push herself up to leave. It was just then that a particularly interesting looking male happened to enter the club. Kay was about halfway to a standing position and simply let herself slump back into the booth.

Those analytical green orbs of hers centered on the male. At first, she thought he might be a German shepherd. His coloring was similar to that of a black shepherd; however, he was not all black. As her eyes swept his body slowly, she noted that he had a copper color from his elbows to his wrists, and his paws were stark white. Continuing looking him over, she noticed that his upper half was bare and his chest and belly were speckled with that same reddish tan color. Looking lower still, the jackal was pleased to find that she was able to see that the tawny peppering continued over his crotch and slightly down the inside of his thighs where it faded to complete black again just to his knees. She found that the coloring was the same on his legs as his arms; from the knees down, he was copper up to his argent paws.

She suddenly realized that she had yet to really look at his face, and her eyes quickly darted up to his, only to find that he was staring directly at her and she had no idea how long he had been. Rather than looking away shyly, not something she was known for, she continued to gawk. This gave her the chance to realize just what he really was; a dingo. This intrigued her more than she already was by his lithe form; though, she had no idea why she was so drawn to this male immediately. His face was rather callous as he peered right back at her with dark eyes that she thought might be a brown or a grey but couldn't be certain from this distance.

The coloring on his face was mostly what she had expected when looking over his body; his nose was onyx, and the lower half of his muzzle was the same tawny color she had seen before. The top of his muzzle was black with a small snowy line about an inch above his nose that extended only about two inches in length. The rest of his face was the same inky color as his body aside from two light circles over his eyes.

As they both unwaveringly stared each other down, the dingo raised an eyebrow at the jackal. In reply she gave a slight tilt of her head and a shrug. That seemed to be all he needed to break the eye contact they had and turn to the bar, clearly not as interested in her as she was in him. The jackal sighed loudly and slumped back into the booth, quite crestfallen. After a moment of pouting, she pushed herself back up and decided it really was time to call it a night. Slowly, she started to make her way through the dance floor to the exit. Suddenly, her path was blocked by the lean mass that was the dingo.