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When it came to having a good time in downtown San Leandro, one simply had to open their eyes.

A local economy that was in the tank meant that thrills could be had for cheap, and businessmen and women alike came from towns much further away, finding that San Leandro was the perfect place for a rich person to have an amazing weekend if they didn't want anyone to know that they were there, or what they were doing.

San Leandro had it all: drugs could be bought on almost any corner, prostitutes walked each and every street without fear or concern of being arrested by crooked cops, and gambling establishments were as common as a Starbucks in Suburbia.

Of course, there were also private establishments, if you felt like spending a little extra cash, and though they reputed themselves as classier places than the rest of the city of San Leandro, they were just as filled with the same depravity...for the right price, you could even find worse things within the walls of a private dance club or casino.

It all depended on how deep your pockets were.

The most exclusive of all the dance clubs in San Leandro was one that made no secrets about the nature of the establishment in the name: "The Lifted Tail." Though it was geared mostly at people looking to enjoy exotic dancers, every dancer had a price, and every closed door in the club lead to a private room, decked out with all of the proper toys one could ever need or want; bondage and pet play gear, aprons for those with a maid fetish, enough rope to tie down every girl in the building, and straps upon the walls were actually commonplace.

Those with slightly less exotic tastes, however, weren't being ripped off by any means. The Lifted Tail catered to men, women, and those with no gender identity alike, something that took them years to master. The club was divided by an upstairs and downstairs system, and the very first level that people entered into was their female squad, where straight males and lesbian females could feast their eyes on a number of pole dancers for free, and if their pockets were deep enough, they'd get a lap dance with a literal orgasmic guarantee...these females knew exactly what they were doing, and to qualify as an "A" Lister at The Lifted Tail, you had to have the whole package: beauty, brains, and moves that could give a 95 year old man a raging hard-on, likely followed by a heart attack.

Judy was at the top of the list, and her abilities were so famous that she was constantly being recruited by the other dance clubs in San Leandro. There wasn't a night that she worked that another scumbag in a cheap suit would come in, trying to offer her a supposedly better contract than the one that she had, and naturally, sex was always somehow involved...and that was why she always said no. She could give a male a lap dance and not really care, but being a lesbian, Judy refused to actually have sex with a man, staunch in her belief that she shouldn't be forced into such an act, and that left many of the other club owners leaving with a rather sour taste in their maws...and occasionally, if they became a bit too flirty, a sore, swelling feeling in the groin.

A kitten with an attitude, Judy was very lucky to be able to translate her frustrations into her passion for her work. Friday nights were the worst when it came to recruiters, and it was a struggle for Judy to keep her tall, sharp ears perked upright for her fans after sending yet another desperate agent for the door.

She didn't realize that this time, however, her tongue was a bit too sharp to keep her out of trouble.

The music was getting louder, the lights were focused on Judy, and her body was bouncing slowly to the beat as she made her way to the center stage. There was always one pole in the front and center, and the girls rotated their turns in, seeing just how many tips they could have thrown at them before they went around, accepting individual offers for lap dances...if the price was right, of course. Just off to the side of the stage, Judy was running her paws over her bare tummy, smoothing out the vivid, dark black spots upon her otherwise sandy fur. Her eyes were bright and captivating, sparkling with a green intelligence that made people wonder what she was doing working at such a place, but if they saw her checks at the end of the week, they might not have such a hard time understanding.

Big crowd on hand tonight, Judy thought to herself, as she stood by the entrance to the center stage. There was warning from the management that morning that a party bus might be coming through San Leandro, and it looked like a group of young men was present, sitting at the stage front and center with literal wads of twenty dollar bills, offering them up for nothing more than a quick shake of the rear, or a simple nipple flash. That was amateur stuff for Judy, and a grin crept across her muzzle at the thought of how much money she could milk out of the desperate young men...all she needed was her usual pre-dance cocktail, and she'd be all set to storm the stage when her song came on.

Naturally, Judy was on a first name basis with everyone else that worked at the bar, even if they worked the club on different nights than she did. She would never be one to trust a drink from a stranger...but she also didn't anticipate that someone would actually go so far as the last rejected recruiter did, just to sabotage her.

"Make it stiff, Frank..." Judy said as she sauntered over to the bar, pretending that none of the other people in the club were even looking at her. Quite the contrary, almost every set of eyes in The Lifted Tail was following her with an unblinking gaze, but once she had her special drink, she wouldn't be able to feel them...her skin would be covered in goosebumps from the delightful warmth of the alcohol, and her fur would feel that much thicker, as if the eyes of the onlookers couldn't get past the pathetic excuse for a pair of panties she was wearing, or the bra that struggled to contain her modest bosom. "I don't want to disappoint these boys, after all. Looks like they're celebrating quite a special occasion."

Frank was a respectable man, and one of the most powerful wolves in the entire city of San Leandro. His body was almost literally chiseled from stone, and the pattern of his fur, thick and grey, actually complimented the way that his musculature tried to leap right out of his skin. He kept his claws sharp, his fangs were jagged and terrifying to look at, and his eyes were every bit as golden as the wedding ring upon his left paw. In a word, he was intimidating...but if you never crossed him, you'd be quick to find that he was a kind, gentle and caring creature. His impressive stature scared most men and women alike away from him, but his presence was like a welcoming home to Judy; she couldn't think of a safer person to be around.

"Just don't get their hopes up too much. I don't want to have to body slam another horny college drunk tonight," he suggested, letting out a quiet chuckle as he grabbed a couple of bottles from behind the bar. In as much that Judy was too talented and skillful a person to merely be an exotic dancer, Frank was too skillful with a bottle and a jigger to be working as a bartender at a club like this, but at the end of the day, it put food on the table for his family every night, and he couldn't argue with the cash...his kids weren't quite old enough to know what he did for a living just yet, and no matter how many times Judy watched him work with the bottles, she was always amazed at how such large, muscular arms and sizable paws could be so delicate and deft with a bottle and a fragile glass. Streams of bourbon, rum, bitters and a pinch of lemon zest mingled perfectly within the glass, and Frank slid it over to Judy, watching her reaction with a smile as her tail curled up in delight at the first sip.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you sold your soul to make drinks that taste this damn good, Frank..." Judy compliment him and gave him a wink that might have been a little too suggestive, if she weren't a lesbian. It was enough to leave Frank blushing, being the family man he was, but as Judy heard her song coming on, she blew Frank the usual kiss and made her way back to the stage, only to be bumped into by the same recruited she rejected earlier. "Ooooof! Watch it, you lum-...hey, what the hell are you still doing here, anyway?!"

Security at The Lifted Tail was the best in all of San Leandro, and guards were on either side of the raggedy, poorly dressed coyote within moments. They gripped him tightly by the shoulders and addressed Judy first. "Is this man causing you any trouble, Judy?"

"I kicked him to the curb hours ago...and I'd prefer that he stay there!"

Without another word, security nodded and yanked the coyote off, literally tossing him out the front door and leaving Judy with a smug sense of satisfaction...one that was only bolstered by the next sip of her drink.

It was a shame that she didn't see what the recruiter had slipped into it when they bumped into each other...it had already dissolved, and though she didn't know it, Judy was about the give the performance of a lifetime.

"Now here's a lady that we know will get the fire started down in that pit!" cried out the voice over the loud speaker. Judy knew that she was due on the stage, and even though she was treated like royalty around The Lifted Tail, she would be quick to wear out her welcome if she ended up being late for her set to start. She guzzled down the rest of her drink and felt her fur bristling at the thrilling, heated rush of the liquor pouring down into her tummy, filling the rest of her body with warmth and setting her nerve-endings ablaze with sensations. "Everyone's favorite little slice of the sand, prettier than a palm tree and sweeter than coconut milk, it's Savannah!"

Judy felt that using her the first part of a species as a stage name might be lacking in creativity, but it was a great way to get her identity out there; no one was going to confuse her for one of the other dancers. She adjusted the straps of her top, set her drink on a random table as she passed it, and made her way up to the center stage. The stage itself was made of a polymer compound that was surrounded with and built on top of different colored lights, allowing the tech staff to illuminate the stage in whatever color a dancer might prefer, and an intense, burning orange was always the perfect color for Judy...she wanted to feel the heat, and she wanted the audience to feel it, as well, the moment that she stepped on the stage. The entire first floor was filled with a powerful, domineering glow of orange energy, and Judy stepped into the picture with a pouncing leap, setting off the music and wrapping a paw around the center pole as she did. She wasn't just an exotic dancer: she was a performer, and she believed that no movement should be wasted in her performance.

That entrance was so powerful, the club was nearly silent as she wrapped a leg around the pole, allowing the lightly lubricated steel to glide through the angle formed behind her knee. She leaned back just slightly as the music calmed and with it, she slowly spun down and around the pole, allowing the music to guide her actions as she had so many times before. When her body came to rest upon the ground, she flicked her head around and eyed every male in the front row, narrowing the brilliant orbs of jade upon her captive audience with such a lust that twenties and even fifties rained upon the stage with impressive volume.

Gonna be getting the expensive wine when I get home tonight, Judy thought to herself, the thought alone curling her lips and her muzzle into a simply devious grin...but there was something more behind it, something that was just a little bit out of her control. She was used to the rush and the adrenaline of stage energy, and by this point in her career, she knew how to control it...but this wasn't that. It was an extra tingling, but it wasn't just energy, it was something far more intimate, and she couldn't believe she was feeling it on the stage. W-wait, I'm...I'm horny? Wh...how??

Judy wasn't sure that she was aroused, of course, but she couldn't think of anything else that would feel like such a rush, despite being on the stage the entire time. Her expression actually softened as she recognized the growing warmth between her legs as an uncontrollable lust, but more than arousal, she felt confusion at where it could have come from. There was no one in the crowd that she truly found attractive, and she scanned the audience very carefully as she slowly stood up from her split-legged pose, allowing the pole to find the crease between the cheeks of her rump, pushing her panties further up into her crotch and sneaking just a little pleasure out of her dancing display.

"Ahh...G-God...damn!" she moaned aloud, but she did her best to keep her voice to a whisper as her long, slinky tail curled around the pole, and she spun around, facing away from the crowd of anxious males. They still rained money down upon the stage as she leaned over and lifted her tail for them, glancing back at the party bus crowd and giving a quick wink as she reached back with a paw, just pulling her panties aside enough for the tight, puffy mound of her labia to be visible. What shocked her wasn't the reaction of cheers from the crowd, and the literal storm of bills that came to the stage...it was the fact that she could feel liquid desire spilling down over her pawtips. "Wet...I'm f-fucking wet!"

From further out in the crowd, it would have been easy to miss that tiny trickle of feminine juices, but up close, the roaring ocean of males, and the occasional female, were getting a show that they couldn't believe any more than Judy did, herself. The wetness was staining right through the navy blue crotch of her panties, and in such a plentiful volume that she worried she might be peeing herself...but she could feel the slickness upon her pawtips, and knew that such wasn't the case. It was pure, natural lubrication; the very deepest nectar of her precious petals, and it was starting to run down her thighs.

"Dude, is she...is she wet? Judy overheard from the crowd, as a couple of the males shameless gazed upon her dripping cunt, wishing that the rules on the main stage were a bit more lax. "No one's even touching her, and she's gushing!"

"That's...that's fucking awesome, man!"

The crowd was quick to celebrate the occasion, even if Judy was clinging to the last of her shame in the moment. As a performer, it would be such a cop out to fall to her knees and start masturbating in front of the crowd, and yet...she knew they wouldn't complain. Management probably wouldn't say anything either, and in fact, they'd be happy for the extra tips coming in. Pole dances at The Lifted Tail often bordered on being a public sex show, but they never quite pushed the boundary as far as Judy was planning to do...of course, those male and female dancers had never been drugged with a libido enhancer the way that Judy had, only minutes before she started her act.

She was succumbing to it fast, and she could feel pleasure radiating from every nerve ending in her body. It was an unnatural sensation, and even a little uncomfortable as Judy struggled to stay standing. Her paws were slipping within the growing puddle of her own juices, and she did her best to stay spinning on the pole, but just spinning on it wasn't going to satisfy her...not right then. There was a burning lust in the pits of her tummy that was aching to be satiated, and though her career might hang in the balance, Judy was mentally overwhelmed, far past the point of caring about the consequences of her actions.

She had to do this.

"You boys like that...?" she asked, as she spun around to face them again. Already, she was sliding her panties away from her body, but they clung to her crotch, glued to the lips of her slit with a webbing of natural lubricants that forced the thin fabric to actually snap away from her fur, leaving dripping trails of her desire in the wake. "Y-you wanna see more...?"

A deafeningly loud, unanimous " YES!" from the crowd was just extra encouragement for a woman who had been poisoned with lust. There was usually a little disgust in addressing males as anyone to be pleased, and certainly, this potion didn't make her any less of a lesbian...but it made the pole that was grinding between her labia feel that much more pleasurable. It made the cool, slick steel pressing against the underside of her tail feel simply heavenly. It made the very tips of her paws feel like vibrators as she gripped her own breasts within them and squeezed them together, pressing out her cleavage for the crowd while serving her own lewd double purpose; her breasts were ripe with delightful sensations, and the stroke of each pawtip across them hit her nerves with all of the pleasure of a full tongue bath.

Judy really couldn't help the wide, eager grin on her muzzle when the crowd egged her on. She didn't need their response, but at the moment, the poison that coursed through her veins gave her quite the thrill when everyone cheered her on. She could feel that same excitement welling up and getting ready to overflow in her tummy, as she slipped her juice-ridden paws under her top and started squeezing her breasts shamelessly. Her hips were bouncing and grinding against the pole behind her, forcing as much of the steel surface as she could take into her sopping wet snatch and coating the pole with a new layer of lubrication...one that they'd have to clean off between sets, even if some of the other female performers would be turned on by the idea.

"Good boys... very good boys! Miss Savannah thinks you've earned a little something extra," she called out to her captive fans, as she un-clipped the front of her top and tossed it away to a lucky fan. A heralding toss of twenties on the stage was Judy's first reward, but the thrilling rush of the warm air of the club upon her cute, perky, and most of all, sensitive nipples was the penultimate reward, leaving her to shiver in delight against the pole. Already, her slick juices were glowing in the under-lighting of the stage, but that was merely the build up from her desires...it would all be paltry compared to the climax she was going to have, one that wouldn't need much more urging to happen.

The show couldn't last forever, of course, but Judy was a performer through and through, and while she wasn't questioning her arousal any longer, she was going to put it to good use, knowing the kind of cover charge the party bus likely paid just to get in to The Lifted Tail. These boys paid top dollar for an amazing display...who knows when they'll ever get to see someone like me performing again? she thought, her eyes taking on a pondering look for just a moment as she thought of the best way to conclude the impressive display. The crowd all around her was cheering wildly as she ran a singular pawtip down the front of her slim, toned tummy, letting her clawtips rake through the delicate fur along the way to the exposed nub of flesh that was her clit. It couldn't have been more erect and obvious to the crowd, but she confirmed what they all knew it was when one tiny, gentle press upon it brought Judy to her knees in a puddle of her own fluids with a nearly silent splish.

"I bet she's about to cum!" came a voice from the crowd, this time, a female who was watching behind a pair of glasses, ones that did nothing to hide her obvious excitement, and even more obvious flushing. "Look at her...her folds are gripping at the air like they need to be stuffed!"

Nearly every male in the crowd would have died at the chance, but Judy overheard the comment and grinned back at the cute female, lifting her tail to expose her tailhole to the crowd as well, showing how both of her heated holes were clenching at the air with need. "I only need one thing," Judy suggested through tightly gritted fangs. Knowing the perfect display to finish her set on stage, she started to stroke the base of her prehensile tail and coaxed it toward her chest, allowing it to split the cleavage of her breasts open until the very tip came to settle upon the end of her muzzle. She kissed it delicately as though it were the lips of her own passionate mate, even taking the occasional and playful nibble at her own fur before she winked at the crowd and opened wide, swallowing the end of her tail tip into her muzzle and starting to buck her throat on it, treating it like a cock for the entire crowd to enjoy, and giving them a bit of an insight into her sex life that they might not have guessed. It was rare that she actually sucked it, of course, but she wasn't afraid to use it in other ways, and the way that it brushed between her sensitive, delicate breasts was just the extra push she needed for the flood gates to open.

The males sitting a little too close to the edge of the stage could actually feel the warm spray as Judy climaxed around her pawtips. She was rubbing them furiously over her labia and working her clit while just one pawtip actually fingered inside of her passage, but given how tight she was, that was more than enough to start a gushing flow of juices. Judy was plenty in touch enough with her sexuality to squirt every time she played, but here, on stage, under a lustful poison, she redefined female ejaculation, letting a generous helping of the naughty liquid spill from her womanhood. She spread herself open as wide as she could, allowing everyone to see the fascinating workings of her inner muscles as they contracted and pushed forth more clear, warm, sticky nectar, until her body was finally spent, with only a slow, dripping mess to follow...like the last few drops out of a leaky faucet.

In the noise of the crowd and the loud music, hardly anyone could actually hear the cries of ecstasy that Judy made as she reached her sexual peak on stage, but those who see the messy display were privy to something that they could only have dreamed of before...and as Judy pulled her own tail from her muzzle, she wondered just how much trouble she might be in when management called her into the office on Monday for the weekly meeting.

Hell, even Frank has a boner, she thought to herself, as she glanced over at the bar, able to see the wolf shifting uncomfortably behind it. As the music came to a halt, there was a brief silence in reality, long as it may have felt to Judy...but the thunderous applause and impressive cheers that came after more than made up for how shocked she was by her own actions...and the literal thousands of dollars on the stage, some of it soaked with her own juices, wasn't exactly something to complain about.

Still wobbling on her legs, Judy made sure that her womanhood was fully spread as she stood up in front of the crowd and collected her cash, not feeling even an ounce of shame for the womanly juices that stained the inside of each of her thighs, leaving her fur glistening in the intense lights of the club. She didn't know just how much she'd collected from that performance, but she knew one thing for certain.

She wasn't getting the "expensive" wine that evening...she was going for the top shelf.