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Multicolored lights flashed around him, synced up with the bass vibrating in his chest. He stopped in the doorway, surrounded by his friends, and just stared. He'd been dumped by his fiance a few days prior, and all his buddies decided it was high time he went to his first strip club in an attempt to get over her. She'd been a hell of a beautiful vixen, and her loss still stung- but the more he looked around at the stages, and at all the gorgeous bodies in various stages of undress, the more he could feel the pain ebbing. The excitement and nervousness built up in him, and took over in its place.

"Come on, Alex! Stop gawking like an idiot, and let's go look at some tits." His best friend, a rather loud and large bear named Carson, playfully shoved him forward. He was loaded, and he'd promised to pay for the whole outing for the two of them. Before they'd left the house, Alex's paws had been stuffed full of singles and fives, and the huge male had promised that he also had a special surprise in store for later in the night.

He started forward, towards one of the stages, until he realized Carson had turned to the elevator. He corrected himself and followed his friend. He turned his head back and forth to try and take in everything he could see. The neon lights transformed his normally silky, silver fur into every color under the sun, and he imagined himself as a walking, reflective light show. Thankfully, the elevator was lit with regular white fluorescent lights, and his thoughts turned towards where they were going. He knew his friend had been here many times- and Alex trusted Carson's judgment- but this was still such a new experience.

They stopped on the second floor, and moved out into a slightly quieter room, though they could still hear the bass thumping downstairs. A few smaller stages were off to the left, where very few patrons rested. Directly in front of the elevator was a bar, and all the bottles were lit by lights that danced in time with the music. Their band of fellows approached it, and the bartender stopped and grinned up at them with teeth that were disturbingly white. "Hello my friends! You must be Carson. We were told to expect you up here. Shiba's over on the back, far left stage, and that corner of the VIP lounge is reserved just for you all. I'll get one of the girls to bring your drinks over, and you let her know if you want any lapdances or one of our VIP rooms. I understand you requested Shiba, but if you're not happy with her, just let me know and I'll find you another dancer. What can I get you fellas to start off?"

Alex's friends rattled off various shots and mixed drinks, and Carson ordered a few bottles of champagne for the table. The silver rabbit spoke up last. "Can I get a Hurricane?" He ignored the chuckles and teasing about ordering a 'pussy drink' that rose up from his friends; he was used to their bantering, and they didn't really mean it. He'd never enjoyed alcohol all that much, but if everyone was going to be drinking, he didn't want to be left out.

With all of the drinks ordered, they meandered over to the stage they had been directed towards. Alex found himself in the best seat at the stage, and he relaxed into a comfortable chair, staring up at the beautiful border collie they'd been told was named Shiba. She was tricolored merle in color, with striking gray eyes that seemed to have a violet hue in the light. Her chestnut brown hair was artfully styled in curls and braids, elegant while still keeping them out of her face. Her body put his ex-fiance to shame- her breasts were large, barely contained by the bikini top she wore, and her pear-shaped figure showed off wide hips and a voluptuous backside, showing underneath her extremely brief micro-miniskirt. Every time she turned, he could see that she had a hydrangea as a tramp stamp. He couldn't identify most of the colors- but the red stood out, bold and noticeable.

"This is a slave club?" He practically hissed to Carson when he saw it. He detested the whole Slave Organization. He had his reasons, but it never mattered much to his everyday life. He couldn't have afforded a slave, even if he wanted one. He hated the idea of paying for another being's life, or even that they might do something against their will simply because their owner wanted it. Sex slaves, to him, were the most deplorable type of volunteer to be bought and sold.

"No, it's not, at least not exclusively. Honestly, I didn't know she was. When I saw her before, she was always wearing some kind of dress; this is the first time I've seen it. I knew they had some volunteers, though, and I specifically avoided getting one of them as our dancer." Carson responded, sheepishly. He knew how Alex felt about volunteers, and respected his feelings, despite the fact that the bear had a few slaves of his own. Whenever Alex visited, they always made themselves scarce, just for his comfort.

Shiba knelt down in front of him, face to face. Her winning smile calmed his anger, just a bit, and she winked at him. "Couldn't help but overhear. Yes, I'm a slave, but I'm here because I want to be. We have to volunteer for it, and our division, remember? Don't fret, bun bun." With her close to him, he could see what her long fur had hidden before- a thin, silver collar glinting around her neck. She'd run one finger under his chin, and lick her lips. "Besides, it's definitely my pleasure to dance for someone as cute as you. Has anyone given you the VIP tour, sweetness? You've got that wide-eyed innocence of a first timer."

Alex was stunned, and unsure of how to respond to a slave telling him that they were where they wanted to be. It was Carson that answered, eagerly. "No, no one has. I think he'd enjoy getting it from you, though." Alex shot him a look, which the bear largely ignored. Shiba laughed, and turned her attention to the waitress that had arrived with their drinks. "Candy, can you do me a favor and sub here? I want to give these two handsome gentlemen a VIP tour."

"Sure thing, dear. Just let the boss know where I am on your way over there." Candy gave them a winning smile, and Alex blushed when it was turned on him. There was something about foxes that had always made him blush, and Candy was a gorgeous vixen that seemed unreal to exist in a place like this. He supposed he found her slightly more endearing simply because she wasn't wearing a collar.

Shiba jumped down from the stage after the drinks were handed out, and Candy jumped up to take her place. The border collie was taller than the both of them, but the length of her heels made Alex suspect that she was actually close to his height. She moved gracefully in them, too, and despite himself, he found his eyes returning again and again to the sway of her hips with every step she took. She paused at the bar long enough to speak with the bartender, and then turned to face Alex and the bear, winking at them both.

"So, through this door are the VIP rooms. They start at five hundred, and go up by time and by the comforts offered." Alex was immediately floored; that was awfully expensive for a private dance! He followed through the rich looking door and into a hallway lined with them, wondering what about these rooms was special enough for that price tag. Shiba opened the first door, and gestured inside. "This one is the Arcade Room. It's our cheapest, and the decor is a bit tacky in my opinion, but it's good for the price." A huge beanbag was on the floor of the small-ish room- painted like a pinball machine, which was just odd in his opinion. It definitely wasn't worth five hundred. The lights were festive, though, and their pulsing and flashing reminded him quite a lot of an arcade, as did the pictures on the wall. "You get a bottle of wine complimentary with the room, and 30 minutes with the basic price."

She closed the door, and lead them through a few more rooms, all appropriately- and some tackily- decorated for their names. The farther they moved down the hall, the more expensive it got, but the furniture vastly improved from a beanbag. Something wasn't sitting right in his head, the more he thought about it. There wasn't a pole in any of the rooms, and barely any standing room. Of course, if they were just for a more private lap dance experience...

"This one is my favorite- and largest- of them all. We call this one the Mountain Lodge." She opened the door, and Alex gasped from the contents of the room. A fireplace blazed on one side, with a thick, plush fur rug laid out in front of it. There was at least a few feet more standing room than the others, and on the right side of the room, a queen-sized bed, with blankets of fur and the softest-looking pillows he'd ever laid eyes on. Pictures around the room depicted forests, mountains, lakes, and more- and the walls were tastefully wood paneled. "This one comes with our finest bottle of champagne, on the house, and thirty minutes with your chosen dancer, for twelve hundred."

Carson glanced over at Alex, who was too stunned to say anything. His jaw was wide open, both from the price and from the room itself. The bear chuckled, and clapped the rabbit on the back. "I think he's still a little shell shocked. Tell you what- let's go back to the table, watch some dances, and if he decides he likes someone enough, we'll get back to you?" Carson was clearly riddled with amusement at his poor friend's bewilderment, and Shiba seemed to be, too.

"Sounds wonderful to me!" She'd start to lead them back, but stop next to Alex and slide an arm around his waist. "I hope you don't mind if I hang on to you for a bit. The carpet sometimes snags the heels." He blushed in response, still unable to form words, and tried to focus on the fact that it was a slave clinging to him- not a free woman. If he didn't keep that fact in mind, he might be tempted by her. She was too beautiful for his own good.

Back at the table, Shiba switched off with Candy again, and Alex immediately started taking down his drink. He was still amazed that private dances could cost so much. "So that's how much lap dances are? God, Carson, how do people get them all the time? Or is that just a lie that the movies tell us?" Alex whispered to his friend, and he hoped that Shiba wouldn't hear this time. He was trying not to watch her, but her slow, deliberate movements around the pole were too sensual to ignore. The eye contact she seemed to constantly hold with him didn't help, and the intensity in her gaze had desire pooling in his stomach.

"Oh hell no, buddy. Lap dances are like forty bucks at most here." He paused, and then his head whipped to stare at the rabbit. "Wait, you thought those rooms are for lap dances? You really are innocent. What the fuck do you think you're getting for twelve hundred dollars, huh? There's a bed in there. I mean, they can't be blatant about what you're buying and what goes on in those rooms, but you can't be that naive."

Alex just stared. It was starting to make sense, but... Right. Shiba was a slave. If she wasn't, what Carson was implying would be illegal. If that was the case, though, then did other dancers offer the same thing for the same price? Was it just the volunteers who could offer it? He quickly sipped more of his drink, and started to regret the decision to come to this place. It was one thing when he thought that it was willing girls just dancing half naked...

As if on cue, when he finished his drink, Candy appeared with another one. He sat back and watched the collie, trying to mull through his thoughts. She said she wanted to be there; she'd asked for the opportunity. She wouldn't have done that without knowing everything that went into it, so he couldn't fault her for offering her services. Maybe this place wasn't so bad, as long as the dancers wanted to be there, doing what they did. Even the slaves.

The song changed to something faster, and his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Shiba's change in her dancing. She spun around the pole, mid-air, like a ballerina- graceful, with her knee high. She slid down the pole to land, crouched on her feet, before she'd glide, slowly and sensually, back up. She popped her tail out and back towards the pole in one fluid motion. Her body was one with the music, and no matter which way she turned or what trick she did, she looked flawless. Even with his opinions, he found it impossible to look away.

She circled the pole a few times, as if to gain momentum, and then swung her legs up. She slowly turned, upside-down, and ran her paws over her breasts and stomach. She ran them down even further to her thighs, and then back up; her fingertips caressed along her curves in a way that drew the eye. It looked effortless, and like she was floating. When she let go of the pole with one leg, he had no fear that she would right herself. She slid, with one leg and an arm swung upward, back down to the stage- where she spread in a split as the song ended. Astonished, he joined in with the cheers of his company, and even whistled at her.

He remembered the money in his pocket, and held up a five in his fingers, copying the gesture some of his companions seemed to make. Her crawl across the stage towards each of them was cat-like, and sexy, with her tail high in the air. Each time she stopped by one of them, she'd pull open the top of one of her thigh-high stockings, and they'd slide it in- only to get a wink from her in response. When she stopped at Alex, however, she sat up on her knees, directly facing him. "Seems I've run out of room in my stockings. I think I'll take this one...Here." She leaned forward, and pulled the middle of her top forward slightly; Shiba left barely enough room to slide his bill.

He twitched his ears, and blushed profusely under his fur. His fingers shook slightly when he slid the five between her breasts; there was so little room that his fingertips brushed against her tits, and the heat of her body was tantalizing. He wanted to keep his fingers there- or, even more, he wanted to replace them with something else. He gulped, and quickly withdrew, to some good-natured teasing from his friends. She winked at him as she had to his friends, and approached the pole again. She removed what dollars she had and tucked them into her skirt.

He finished his second drink, and tried to ignore the slight fog that had started in his mind. He was grinning when the next song started- slower, but sexier. Rather than attempting death-defying tricks, every movement that Shiba made was deliberate and enticing. Her hips swayed back and forth in such a controlled way that he was reminded of belly dancing, and the skill she had over her entire self during the song further enhanced that belief. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

She turned her back to them, and with a crescendo of music, untied her top. She held it up, barely, until she turned back around- when she pulled it free from her chest, and tossed it to the edge of the stage. Her breasts were stunning, and he couldn't quite decide anymore if they were real or not. They were like perfect teardrops, and her nipples immediately tightened in the air, as light a pink as cherry blossoms. With every step, they bounced, and his eyes were glued to them. Unconsciously, he licked his lips and leaned forward. He was thoroughly enjoying the show.

When the song ended to whoops and cheers, he joined in. Perhaps it was the drinks, but he suddenly wanted a lap dance. He raised another few bills, but as before, she stopped at his friends first. "Hey, Shiba- you got any shiba in you?" One of his drunker friends slurred, to the groans of his buddies. Alex was really embarrassed for him, and something about Shiba's tight smile told him that she wasn't very fond of that particular pun.

When she got to the bunny, and he tucked the money into her stockings, he quietly spoke up. With her breasts directly in his face, he couldn't have changed his mind even if he'd wanted to. "Ignore my friend. He's a lightweight, and kind of awkward. So...How much for a lap dance?" His long ears twitched, and once the words were out of his mouth, he started blushing again. He couldn't believe he'd actually asked her. The light caught the collar around her neck again, and he felt a stab of guilt.

"Forty for you, but they're sixty for your friend." That brought a round of laughter and taunting, and even Alex couldn't help a chuckle at his friend's expense. "The lap dance just covers one song, though, and I'd be taking you away from your friends. We have a special, designated area for our VIP lap dances." She'd wink at him, and then at Carson. "Also, your friend wouldn't be able to join us unless he got a lap dance from someone else, too."

Alex mulled it over for a few moments, but Carson made the decision for him. "Oh hell yes! I personally liked the look of Candy, so I'd like a lap dance from her. Also, I'm buying for Alex. Don't take a penny of his money." Before Alex could open his mouth to protest, he was pushed to his feet by his burly friend. He decided to shut his mouth while he was ahead, and he followed an enthusiastic-looking Shiba down a different hallway. Partitions were on either side, and he caught glances of tight-looking booths and black poles behind the ones they passed. She led them behind a partition farther back, and they found a fairly spacious room awaiting them. Two comfy-looking chairs were on opposite ends, and off to one side were two black square pillars. Candy came in shortly after they did, and both of the girls approached a separate pillar. They flashed something Alex didn't see, and then inserted the money that Carson had given them into their separate pillars.

"So when the light turns yellow, the song's about to end, and when it's red, my time is up unless you pay for another one. Okay?" Shiba spoke quietly to him, leaning over so that she was almost kissing distance. Her breath caressed across his face, and to his surprise, it was minty and fresh. He even caught a small whiff of her sweet-smelling lip gloss, and he had a vague impression of strawberries. Carson had warned him before that some strippers were often drunk most of the night, simply from the amount of drinks people would buy them over their shift.

Alex nodded, and the light turned on- green- when the song started. She approached him, in time with it, and leaned over. Her hips shimmied in time with the music, and it gradually moved up her body until her breasts shimmied instead. He recognized the lyrics; it was a hit pop song, remixed for a club feel, and the message of it was explicitly sexual. With Shiba dancing to it, it took on a whole new significance for him. He kept his hands firmly at his sides, but his fingers twitched with the urge to touch her.

She slapped her ass with a flourish in the music, and straddled his lap, grinding against him. She leaned forward to whisper in his ears, and gently took his hands and put them just above her ass. "You can touch me if you want," she whispered. The words sent a shiver down his spine, and he happily obliged. He ran his paws over the curve of her ass; the softness of her fur left tingles in his fingertips. The music was now ignored- there was nothing in the world except her so close to him. His body was certainly reacting, and the more she ground against him, the harder he became.

Something about the sensation of her started to register as different in his mind, until he realized that there was something hard pressing against him, too. Surprised, he looked down, to find a sizable erection visible even under her skirt. He froze, and blinked, unsure if he was really seeing it. He was shocked; he hadn't noticed before at all. What she was grinding against his cock certainly felt like pussy- and it was too far forward to be her ass. "Shiba? Are you... Not a she?" He stammered quietly to her, and dragged his eyes back up to her face.

She giggled softly, and climbed off of him to bend over. She swayed her ass directly in his face, and his hands automatically rubbed at her cheeks. His eyes drifted down despite himself; he could see some kind of wet spot where he'd felt her sex, but Alex could also see the erection he had felt pushing against him earlier. Still, her response was quiet- too quiet for anyone else to overhear. "I'm a she, baby. I'm also a he. Really, I'm both, so 'they' would work too- but it's whatever you fancy the most."

"And what if I fancy both?" He spoke lowly back to her, and he still blushed. His paws roamed over her luscious hips, and he was fighting the urge to touch even lower. Almost no one knew that he was into more than just women. Carson was one of the few who did, and Alex realized with a start that he'd likely requested Shiba just for Alex.

She pulled away from his paws and turned back around; She dipped her body down and rolled it up along his chest. Her breasts brushed across his face, soft, the fur almost silky. It was the collar that flashed past his eyes that kept him from suckling them.

"Then I guess it doesn't matter, hmm?" She laughed softly, and moved one knee to his left side. She rolled her hips toward him while one arm slid up and into her hair. Her tits bounced with every movement, and his eyes drifted down to focus on them. "When I'm not here, my friends and family treat me like a normal woman. I've just got some extra built in." Her voice was still quiet, pitched only for him. He wondered if her discretion was for him; her coworkers had to know. Perhaps she dealt with a lot of closeted men who wanted everyone to believe they were with a "normal" woman.

The light had turned yellow, and he looked over at Carson- to see that Candy was practically riding him. The bear gave a thumbs up to Alex, clearly distracted, and the bunny refocused once more on Shiba. "Then that's how I'll treat you. So do your coworkers know?" The collie swayed her hips from side to side, and lowered herself down onto his lap. His paws rested on her hips, gently squeezing her backside. She seemed to be enjoying herself, at least. Perhaps it was all an act, but it didn't feel like it to him.

"My owner knows- the boss of the club- and he screens clients that might be interested, like your friend. Most of my coworkers don't, except for the occasional close one, like Candy- and they keep it quiet. I like dancing, and some clients might become...Upset, if they found out. It's bad for business if a dancer gets hurt. Plus, it's better for my customers. I get a lot of virgins, and guys who aren't out, and neither of them have to out themselves for getting a dance with me." Shiba smiled down at him, and rocked her hips along his cock as the song wound down. "Those who do know about me most likely won't care if they see one of those two with me, because they're also in one of those categories."

The light finally blinked red, and she climbed off of him gracefully. He offered her some of his money, and she hesitantly took it, though she looked pleased for the hefty tip. Alex had warmed up to her, and he could almost excuse the fact that she was a slave. She wasn't like what he'd imagined for hydrangeas; she seemed to genuinely enjoy the job. "I'd really like to continue this conversation somewhere more private." He didn't have the money for any of the VIP rooms, but he hoped that maybe she had an idea.

Carson had been walking up, however, and he clapped Alex on the back. "I knew you'd love her! She's just the thing to get you over Vivien. Why don't you go check with Candy while I have a talk with Shiba here, and see if that sexy vixen dance at our table instead, hmm?" Perplexed, Alex walked over to the fox, who was re-dressing after her dance. She looked up, and fixed him in a warm smile, with eyes twinkling in the flashing club lights. He'd noted she was beautiful earlier, but with the drinks in his system, she had started to remind him of his ex.

"Hey, Candy, Carson wanted me to ask if you'd be willing to dance for our group for the rest of the night. If...If you don't mind." He kept stealing glances back at Carson and Shiba, and they seemed to be talking about him. Both glanced his way a multitude of times. He blushed, and looked back at Candy. "Errr...Or should I ask the manager...?"

"No, sweetie, it's fine to ask us directly. Yes, I don't mind taking over for a little while. Carson's one of our few polite regulars, even when he gets a bit heavy into the drinks. He also tips well." She stared at Alex for a moment, then glanced at Shiba and back to him. "Y'know, I saw how you looked at her collar. If you think this place is bad, you should check out an actual meat market. The girls waiting to find owners in compounds don't get a whole lot of choice if someone wants to buy them. All that person has to do is go straight to the handler. They don't officially force the girls, but... At least here... Even I'm available for the VIP rooms if it's my choice. Her owner- my manager? He makes sure we WANT to before he takes the money."

He shuddered at the idea of the compounds. Potential buyers, or just Johns for the renting purposes, called them 'meat markets' just because of how easy it was to pick out what you wanted. They treated it like the living, breathing slaves were just food. "I didn't know that," he admitted. He felt better, after hearing from someone that wasn't a slave that Shiba's consent was mandatory. "So you really don't have to do anything you don't want to do? And she doesn't either?"

"We really don't. Unless it's dancing for groups- or lap dances. Those are only because we can keep them no-contact if we want to. Guys that we don't enjoy get air dances." Candy winked at him, and used his shoulder to steady herself while she fixed her shoes. "Her master loves her, so he'd never sell her, but he has ten pleasure slaves. He knows they get bored. Four of them work here. Three are dancers, and one tends the bar- and all four of them asked him if they could, not the other way around. Don't feel guilty for liking Shiba. She's very lovable."

The vixen straightened up and brushed past him, and moved out towards the main area. Carson had already been walking over to him, and Shiba was nowhere to be seen. "Come have a drink at the bar! How was your lap dance? You definitely seem to like her." The bear winked, squeezing his shoulders. "I thought you'd enjoy her. She's nothing like that cunt that walked out on you, and she's... unique. Right up your alley, interest wise. If I'd known she was a volunteer I might have reconsidered, but you don't seem to mind so much anymore."

Alex shrugged, and looked sheepish while he was led to the bar. When he looked towards their group, he could see Candy already on their table. Shiba was nowhere in sight, though, and he wondered what she was up to. "She- err, Candy- told me that they have to consent to almost everything here, and that they even have to ask if they want to even come work at this place. So, yeah, I feel better about her being a slave. I don't like the whole system, but...If she's happy then it's her choice. You still won't see me buying one for myself, though."

"Yeah, you couldn't afford one anyway," Carson teased. The rabbit laughed, and settled into the barstool. He absentmindedly watched Candy dance on the other side of the room while Carson kept talking. "As the owner of quite a few volunteers, though? The ones who chose the life knew what was involved when they signed up. These girls, and guys, come from poor backgrounds. It's an easy way to be secure for the rest of your life, especially since there are laws protecting them that are pretty strictly enforced. One of my girls told me about this time that a girl got hurt in a compound. As far as I understand, the guy that did it will be in jail for the next twenty years. He didn't kill her; he just assaulted her and he got that much time. I know you think it's shady, but for some of the slaves, it's a better life than what they would have otherwise had."

"Fair enough. I don't have to like it, though. Call me a damn hippie all you like, but no one should have to belong to another person just to be guaranteed food and shelter and healthcare." Alex yawned; Carson had heard this particular argument hundreds of times. They weren't there to talk about politics, so he changed the subject into happier territory. "So what did you talk to Shiba about, anyway?"

"He was arranging something," He jumped when he felt the collie return, and rest her paws on his shoulders. ",which is now taken care of, and I'd like you to follow me, Alex." She twirled his shoulders so that the barstool spun around, and took his paw. She pulled him to his feet and tugged him towards the VIP hallway, a secret and winning grin written all over her muzzle.

"Have fun, Alex!" Carson called, with laughter in his voice. Alex saw him wave, and then head back to their friends. The bunny faced back towards Shiba, and his heart started to thud inside of his chest. What had his eccentric, crazy friend done, exactly? As door after door passed by, his heart rate increased, and he realized where they were going. Holy shit, his friend had spent a lot of money for this.

Shiba opened the door to the mountain lodge room, and very few things had changed. A nice fire still roared; the bed was comfortable looking and large. Now, there was a table with a bottle of champagne he'd only ever seen in rap music videos, and two empty flutes. Shiba led him to the bed, and gently pushed him onto it. She kneeled to remove his shoes, and while she did, she chatted casually at him. "So, Carson bought this room for the two of us for the next two and a half hours. This bottle of champagne is free with the room, normally just for half an hour, so if you want more, I can always go get another one. You get to relax with me, drink a little bit, and see what happens, hmm?"

She stood up and moved to sit on the bed next to him, and began to undo the three straps keeping her heels on her feet. She dropped them to the floor and turned; she threw her legs over his lap, and poured them two glasses of the champagne. She offered one to him, and gently tapped the edges together, before she took a sip from her's. "I'm not going to lie, I'd say yes to almost anyone when I know I get some of this champagne," she joked. Her fingers danced at his shirt buttons, and she gently undid the top few. "Of course, you're sweeter than most of the people we get here, so I'd have agreed to this without any bribing."

Alex blushed, and sipped from the glass himself. It was impressive, and he immediately took a few more sips. The taste was crisp and surprisingly sweet on his tongue. "I think I'd sleep with just about anyone here for this," he muttered, and she laughed and slid one arm around his shoulders. He cautiously hooked an arm around her waist, both to steady her and pull her closer. "So, I said I wanted to continue our conversation from earlier. I guess this is as good of a time as any, right?"

"Exactly. So, what did you want to talk about?" With the fire crackling behind her, and the drink in his hand, it was easy to pretend that it was a romantic situation. The look she gave him with those silvery-violet eyes could have brought him to his knees in his younger years. She took his empty flute and refilled it, and he couldn't see her collar anymore in the dim lighting of the room. "You can ask anything you want. I'm an open book."

She handed him his refilled glass and he sipped from it to give him time to choose his words carefully. "You said most of your coworkers don't know, and only a special few customers do. How do you avoid being discovered? I mean, surely you must get aroused sometimes, and you don't exactly wear a lot of clothing..." He didn't mind so much if his friends knew; he'd be okay with openly dating someone that wasn't strictly a girl. He just hadn't felt the need to say anything to anyone but Carson- and Carson only knew because he was one of Alex's first crushes.

"I wear a lot of skirts, mostly. As long as I keep my sheath tucked a certain way in my panties, the skirt covers any kind of bulge. Lap dances are trickier; if I'm not sure about a client, I'll decline as best as I can and refer them to Candy. If I can't hand them over to someone else, I'll either try to figure out if they're okay with herms like me, or they get an air dance." Shiba smiled, and her fingertips made soft, massaging circles on his chest. "Carson tipped me off about you ahead of time, so I knew you wouldn't freak. It was a bit of a surprise that he hadn't told you, of course, but I trust him enough to know he wouldn't give me a potentially bad customer."

Alex just smiled, and took her empty glass. He finished off his own, and placed them both on the table. He moved her legs off of him and pulled her down onto the bed; He curled one arm around her and gave a light squeeze. Automatically, she rested her head on his shoulder, and curled her body against his side. Shiba tossed one leg over his, and looked up at him. He looked down at her, and gently stroked her hair. Of all the things he missed about his fiance, the cuddling was one of the biggest ones. He was short for a male, but with his arm around a cute girl, it was easy to pretend he could take care of her. "That's a good trick. You also look fantastic in a skirt, so it's a win for everyone." He was still somewhat hard from the dance earlier, and he shifted briefly, in an attempt to get comfortable without disturbing her much.

Of course, she noticed, and looked down. She chuckled, and turned her violet gaze back up to him. One of her paws glided over the outline of his cock through his pants, and it swelled in response with barely any encouragement. "You know, we don't just have to talk." She said, quietly. Her fingers curled as best as they could around his shaft, and her palm massaged at his length. "I can see that you have needs. Why don't you let me take care of them...? We can always talk after."

He nodded, speechless, and she quickly undid his belt. She seemed eager, to his great surprise. He believed that most strippers and pleasure slaves put on a show, and didn't really enjoy serving guys like him. He was unsure if she was just acting, but if it was just pretend, it was very convincing. Then again, they made money on making guys believe that they were the exception to the rule. "Wait, no." He said, softly. Her digits were already wrapped around his bare cock and sliding over it- but as soon as he said the words, she stopped. "If you don't want to, I don't want to make you-"

She silenced him with a sudden, deep kiss. The tip of her tongue danced on his lips, and drew back every time they parted. She resumed slowly rubbing him, and teased him with her gentle touch. She broke the kiss but stayed close; she shook her head at him and chuckled. "Alex, I want to. I know your type; you think that because of my collar I can't make my own choices. I can, and I do, every day. Do I fake it for customers every now and again? Absolutely. But I know you're actually okay with just talking to me for the next two hours and that's part of why I like you so much. You don't expect. You don't feel like you're entitled to whatever you want because money changed hands. I am choosing to do this, with you, because I like you and- once again- I want to. Okay?"

Alex nodded, and she kissed him again. He didn't hesitate in his response that time; he slipped his arms around her chest, and tangled his fingers into her hair. He was stiff and throbbing in her paw, and she pulled back, just long enough to straddle his lap. She rested her hips against his and rocked them back and forth so that he was rubbing against both the soft fabric of her panties and the hardness of her own cock. He groaned at the feeling and pulled slightly harder on her hair. Some of her braids were coming undone from his roughness, but neither cared. For the moment, he was consumed by her and her kiss, and the simple feeling of friction and warmth from another body.

Shiba made quick work of the last of his buttons, and pushed his shirt off of his chest. His silver fur gleamed especially well in the light of the fire. She seemed to delight in this, and broke away from his mouth to plant soft, plentiful kisses on his chest fur. Instinctively, her hips moved in time with the muffled beat that they could still hear outside their door. The teasing was too much, but he loved it all the same. He wanted it to end so that he could have her, but in the same breath, he wanted that sweet torture for hours.

He untangled his fingers from her hair and ran them down her neck, lower, until they rested on her ass. It was pleasantly firm in his palms, the curvature perfect- in his opinion- for squeezing. He did just that and gripped it, hell bent on giving her back every bit that she was giving him. She pulled away from kissing him, and eyes danced in the flickering light. She playfully wiggled her rump in his paws, still firmly pressed against his cock. He groaned, and bucked up against her.

"Oh, you like that, don't you? I wonder if your ears are sensitive like other bunnies." She leaned back down, and nipped at his left ear, which elicited another quiet moan from him. She giggled softly and suckled on the sensitive skin, and only pulled back just long enough to caress her breath across the wet fur. A shudder of pleasure ran down his spine, and he dug what nails he had into her cheeks from the eroticism. He thrust up against her and released her ass to run his nails back up her spine. He untied her top and tossed it aside in one fluid motion, without a care of where it landed.

"Two can play at that game, my dear," Alex grumbled, and clamped his lips around one of her nipples. Her surprised gasp against his ear earned his own chuckle; he intended to see if she could take as much as she gave. He pressed the tips of his teeth down, just enough to let her feel the sharpness, but not enough to hurt- and flicked his tongue against the little peak. Her skin tasted like a mixture of salt and and the strawberries he'd scented earlier. This close, his nose was overwhelmed with her personal chemistry mixed in with her perfume.

It was intoxicating, and irresistible. Focusing on it was easy, despite the pleasure radiating from his ears and from his cock. His free hand unzipped the back of her skirt, and she lifted up just long enough for him to slide it mostly down her thighs. She kicked the rest of it off, and left only the layer of panties between them. He could see the outline of her cock straining against the fabric, and his own shaft twitched at the sight of it. He'd always had a soft spot for canine dicks.

Still suckling on her breast, his free hand adjusted her hips so that he could grind against her sex. His fingers twitched as they moved to her shaft, and massaged it through the thin, silken panties in much the same way she'd teased him. If she wanted to drive him wild, he would do the same to her. Shiba whimpered, and rolled her hips so that his bulge rubbed against her sensitive lips at the same time as she pressed harder into his palm. Her muzzle moved along his ear, still, but slightly more frenzied. A playful growl sounded in his ear, and she whispered,"Oooh, you're good at that. You're going to drive me crazy if you keep on."

"Good. That's my goal." Alex murmured, and kissed along to the center of her chest. He moved from there to the other nipple, claiming it in his tongue in the same way he had before. At the same time, he ground up against her, in time with his paw rubbing the outside of her underwear. Her nails pressed into his chest when she growled again in ecstasy, and she finally swung off of him, unable to control her panting.

"I need you." Shiba whispered softly, and she hooked her thumbs around her thong and tugged it down. She tossed it to the floor in the same careless way he'd tossed her top, and crawled towards him on all fours, until she was leaning over him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him up so she could hover his lap. "As much fun as we're having teasing one another, I'd like a lot more of you," she breathed across his lips, and pressed her mouth to his once more. Her tongue probed into his mouth, and teased at him, staying just out of his reach whenever he sought it out.

The collie broke away from him and shifted until she was facing away from him. He rested his head on her shoulder, and groaned when she lowered herself down until his shaft was sliding between her pussy lips. She was incredibly slick, and within only a few moments, he was coated in her fluids. He turned towards her neck and nibbled at the base of it while he slid his paw around her waist. His digits wrapped around her cock, and Alex felt pre pooling on his thumb; her knot throbbed in need every time his palm brushed against it.

She reached beneath them and adjusted his dick, holding it while she pressed down against him. He pushed in effortlessly, and they gasped in pleasure. It was only moments until she was sitting completely on him, and he had his length buried completely inside of her. The rabbit ran his free paw up Shiba's side, and cupped it around one of her breasts. He kneaded his fingers into it and simultaneously rubbed his thumb at the nipple peaked in the air. She began to slide up and down, giving pleasure to both his cock and her own with every bounce.

Shiba sped up with a whimper every time his tip pressed deep inside her. He suckled on her neck and groaned low in pleasure when her walls clenched around him. She was weeping around his shaft, still just the right amount of tight despite the flood of arousal. He found himself thrusting against her every time she pushed down in a need to be as complete with her as possible. He tightened his fingers around her and in rhythm with her riding him; it was inexplicably hot to him, to have a cock in his hand and still be buried inside of her pussy.

Alex released her breast and ran his palm back down her side. He kept his touch light and sensual, and brushed his nails across her sensitive hip bones, to be rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. He gripped her hip and started to push up faster, unable to control himself. He needed to feel her, fast and furious against him. He lusted for her, and his thoughts had abandoned him, replaced with only the desire to fuck. "You're so fucking hot, Shiba," he whispered against her neck, emphasizing each word with a nip.

"Don't fucking stop, Alex," She moaned to him, and trembled in his arms. She laid her head back with all of her neck exposed to him, and he latched his lips to the sensitive skin; he alternated between suckling and flicking his tongue over one of her most sensitive pleasure points. She shuddered, and clamped down around his cock with every brush of his tongue and lips. Still, he didn't stop pumping his hand around her cock, or thrusting fast and deep up into her. They were lost in the pleasure, and something about those words escaping her lips drove him wild.

He pressed his front into her back, until she fell forward onto the bed and caught herself just in time before her face hit the pillows. He leaned back up and released her shaft to grip her hips. He bucked wildly into her, and with each faster thrust, his breathing became more erratic. She focused her weight onto one forearm, and moved her now-free paw to quickly rub her cock. Shiba's whimpering became higher-pitched and desperate; she pushed back against him in the same needy way he was pumping into her. Unable to contain himself, he thrust once more into her, sheathing his entire length in her. His body shivered with the force of his pleasure, and his nails dug into her with each shot of seed into her.

Once he was emptied, he quickly pulled out and pushed her onto her back. Before she could question him, he took Shiba's cock into his mouth in one smooth motion, and almost moaned from the taste of it. She cried out in pleasure and gripped his ears as she shoved into his mouth over and over again. She was still lost in her own haze of lust and need; he intended to give her the same ecstasy she'd just given him.

She panted heavily, mixed in with whimpers and cries of desperation. Realizing what might be holding her back, he slipped two fingers into her sex, and pumped them quickly in time with his bobs. Her loss of control had her shaft almost burying in his throat with every push, and he fought not to gag every time she pushed that deep. His tongue lavished what he could reach of her knot, and his fingers curved up to stimulate the bundle of nerves within her pussy at the same time.

Her body locked around his, and she shuddered and shoved his head down onto her cock. Alex quickly held his breath as soon as he felt the spasms of her knot in his mouth, and string after string of her cum soon coated the inside of his throat. Her spasms slowed, but her breath was still ragged, and he ran his tongue the length of her member while sliding it out. He locked eyes with her, and deliberately swallowed. She grinned affectionately at him, and he returned it, before he withdrew his fingers from her sex and cleaned them, as well.

"Most of my customers don't finish me off, too." She panted at him, while he crawled up the bed and pressed up against her side. She rested her head on his shoulder again, focusing her soft, violet eyes on him. "Very considerate of you. You certainly know how to treat a lady." Her voice was playful and teasing, mixed in with slight gasps for air. She threw one of her arms over him and nuzzled his fur. "Sorry for, um. Gagging you. I...Don't get a lot of blowjobs."

"Don't worry about it; it was really hot." He smiled reassuringly at her, and reached for the champagne and a glass. Very carefully, he poured it half-full, and offered her a sip. "So how much time do we have left? I don't need much more time and I'd be happy to keep going." He really had enjoyed himself, and with the fire flickering in the background, the champagne, and the afterglow, it was easy to pretend that they were had a long, intimate night ahead of them.

She glanced towards the clock on the fireplace with a grin still on her muzzle. "We've still got another hour. You know, as great as blowjobs are, they don't compare to getting to fuck someone. If you're up for that." Her eyes narrowed, and she gave him her best predatory look- but with her hair messed up, and her limbs sprawled over him in an intimate snuggle, it was hard to take it seriously. He chuckled, and gently kissed her nose; he gulped down the last of the champagne, and moved the glass out of their way.

"Sure, but we both need a little bit of time to recover." He paused, and looked around the room. "Do we even have any lube for that? Because while you may not get a lot of blowjobs, I guarantee you that my bunny butt takes less dick than yours." He joked, and she laughed and untangled herself from him. She leaned over the side of the bed, and pulled out a combination-locked black box. After a bit of twiddling, she got it open, to reveal an assortment of toys and lubes.

She picked up a bottle and knelt up on the bed. She grinned at him and licked her lips, and held up one of the smaller toys as well. He groaned, and laughed as well, before he shook his head. "Alright, alright, I guess I should have known. Point is well taken. I suppose I'd be willing." She squealed in delight, and jumped at him. They fell to the bed, both giggling, and returned to their ardent kissing from before. As he'd promised her, it wasn't long before he was ready, and even with his reservations, he relented into letting her take her turn with him.

An hour later, they closed the door of the lodge behind them. Shiba had fixed her hair as best as she could, and she was back in her clothes, for all the world looking like a normal woman. He gave her one more kiss, and she gently stroked one of his ears. She stared into his eyes, and gave him one last, playful wink. "You've gotta come back sometime soon; I don't get to have that kind of fun very often. Maybe next time we can really break into the toys, hmm?"

He laughed and shook his head, with regret in his voice. "I can't afford this on my own, as much as I'd love to come get the VIP treatment every night. If I can talk Carson into it again, I will absolutely be back here for you." He playfully grabbed at her ass one more time, and she swatted his paw away with a laugh. They turned to walk back towards the main area, and he tried to figure out why she looked thoughtful. As soon as they crossed through the door, Shiba finally spoke.

"Tell you what- come back whenever you want. I'll see if I can sweet talk my owner into letting me have you anytime I'd like to have some fun." She grinned, and Alex just stared at her in response, stunned out of his mind. He thought Shiba had surprised him as much as she could for one night. She tapped one finger under his chin, and walked away, leaving him in her wake. Minutes later, as if summoned, he saw Carson approach him, with a positively gleeful grin to see Alex's disheveled look.

"You look like you've seen heaven, buddy." Carson greeted, and clapped a hand on his back, before he steered the bunny towards the elevator. "Most of the guys are piss drunk, so I think it's time to call it a night. We were just about to head out. So how'd you like her? Was it fun? I can't afford to do that for you all the time- even I'm not that rich- but if you really enjoyed yourself, I can probably hook you up every now and again."

"I don't think that'll be a problem." Alex responded, still shocked. He looked over one more time at the bar, and Carson followed his gaze. Shiba and Candy were huddled together, grinning and giggling. Occasionally, Candy looked over at Alex, and he could swear she looked impressed. The rabbit focused back on his friend, and returned the clap to his back. "To answer your question, she was absolutely amazing. This was exactly what I needed. Thanks, man."

"You're welcome. Come on, let's get you home. You can give me all the details later." Carson squeezed his shoulders, and they both stepped into the elevator, rejoining the- as described, very drunk- group on the bottom floor. They headed out to the limo, and Alex looked back at the club one more time. He was already eager for the next time he'd return. It wasn't love, and he knew he couldn't get attached to her, but it was the most fun he'd had in a very long time.