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Vespidian, Arc 5, Chapter 9

“Now then,” she pats me on the head. “How flexible are you?”

“Fairly... Why do you ask?”

Her eyes roamed assessingly. “You ever do anything like this before?”

“Nope. I dance with two left feet.”

“It is easy. Just follow my lead. We will take it nice and slow before diving right in. Let's start with some stretches so they can get a good look at you.”

There was no arguing with her. I did not want to be harmed anymore and it was just stretching right? No reason to adamantly reject it, I mean it is not even illegal. Strip clubs were simply frowned upon. So I suppose this place is a legitimate business, though the activities could use a bit of work.

The prostitution and drugs were naturally not legal, if I managed to steer clear of that shit I could probably get out of this with my reputation intact. I can only hope this is not taped and used to blackmail me later. Speaking of which Neon Nurse has some serious dirt on me. Ugh, just thinking about it, she could probably make me do anything if she threatened to reveal all those exam videos or her recording of me, stirring the honey pot.

She stretched out and you could hear her back cracking. Reluctantly, I followed her lead. We started out with leg lunges back and forth, trading places. She looked absolutely blissful taking in the amorous cat calls, meanwhile I was floundering to keep up. It was nerve wracking. Glitter Kitten noticed how stiff I was and booty bumped against me, not actually thinking I copied her and the crowd went wild. Up until now the music had been just background noise, but now a certain song had started up and everybody started movin' and a groovin' to its beat. It was Love Shack. Oddly fitting and for some reason I found myself getting caught up in the heat of the moment. I blame Molotov and all that funk she influenced me with and the booze of course, actually mostly the booze. Starting to think that was moonshine, it sure as hell was not tequila. That shit tasted like Everclear.

Everybody started singing along, not me though I did not know the words, “If you see a faded sign at the side of the road that says 15 miles to the Love Shack! Love Shack, yeah, yeah.”

The other dancers rocked their heads back and forth, tapping their feet. Glitter Kitten gave me a wink and grabbed my hand. Her tail flicked back and forth with her hips swaying tantalizingly, so I made my abdomen wag to copy her. We faced the audience and she kicked the air with her left, then switched to the right, when she repeated I realized she wanted me to follow along, so I did. This reminded me of a Vegas showgirl, not really a stripper. My long leg stabbed up at an angle that made Glitter Kitten jealous. I could tell by her gaped mouth that quickly shut. It was hard to keep my chuckle down. She might be a cat, but I am a fucking bug monster! Getting into the groove my shoulders dipped and shifted back and forth, fingers snapping all the while. I know, I know I dance like a fucking weirdo.

“Whoa,” said a greasy looking dude in a business suit. He started throwing money up on the stage. “Get that ass moving! I want to see some more where that came from.”

I shut my mouth and stared down at him for a long moment. It was not hard to see his raging hard on. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? For that matter, what is the deal with all the people crowding around the stage? Should I feel flattered or just totally creeped out? I scratched my head. Something ain't right about this. They should be running away screaming and yet here they are swarming around me like drones to a queen. Yes, bow before your Empress slaves! Ok, I might be drunk. That was a very strange thought, what do you think Sub?

Oh shit, she is fucking hammered, 'Wellsssh we might as well enjoy the attention. I mean, I mean, I mean Glitter Kitten is not just going to let us walk away. And let'shh face it, when was the last time this we got a reception like this..... Out of shuit?'

She did have some good points. I should take advantage of this then. That being said, something felt wrong. I am not talking about everything being kinda fuzzy. I had never been to a strip club before, but everybody seemed happy. I was comparing it to the Moon Sailors, I mean there was a lot of space strippers in that. The atmosphere was different than what I had been expecting. If anything this was like an edgier version of the Atomic Strobe where my dad worked. Oh shit! I totally blew my dad off! We were supposed to have dinner. Wait... That is tomorrow. All the more reason to get this shit done and over with.

Glancing around the patrons had all stood up, dancing with girls who were bumping and grinding. Some were flailing about wildly and as things progressed more and more fell prey to the groovy music. Hands roamed and cries of passion drifted up from all around. Yeah, people were banging down there.

Glitter Kitten grabbed the pole and she winked at me again. I knew what this meant by this point. I grasped the pole across from her, not the same pole mind you... That would just be weird. It is not like I wanna kiss her or something. Well, on second thought, maybe I do. She is super cuddly and cute. I bet she would be so soft and warm. We pressed against the cold metal and leaned back, coiling around it with our legs. Honestly, this was not that hard, not with how flexible I am. Granted, my motor skills were quickly declining and this jacket was getting in the way.

It was starting to really piss me off, this jacket I mean. How the hell am I supposed to beat her with it on? I shimmied out of it and waved it through the air a few times. The crowd loved that. I would have done some sexy shit with it, like grinding and rubbing, but that is hard when you are already working on a pole. Finally, I tossed it aside. Some guy dove to catch it and ran off with the damned thing. I eh... I don't really wanna think about what he is going to do with that thing. With that out of the way I could concentrate.

She used the momentum to spin, but I goofed, not realizing what she was going to do. My wings tore through the tank top sending pieces scattering around the stage. They flapped to get the same movement. Actually, I should say it was more effective than her. Every eye in the place was drawn to my wings flourishing through the smoky room. Vaguely my mind wandered, imagining that this must be what a fairy felt like flaunting about through the forest.

Seeing what I was capable of Glitter Kitten decided not to hold back anymore. She grasped the pole and it dived between her legs before she went wild on that thing. Her tail writhed, bell jingling, as she ground up, clapping her feet together and swinging with one hand out. She contoured herself until she balled up and held on with only the tail. A fur ball was rotating in the air. Was she really a cat or was she a monkey? I don't think I can top that I mean my abdomen can't coil around stuff like that.

Somebody threw a yarn ball up here on stage. It took all of half a second before she was on that thing. Glitter Kitten pounced down and wrestling with it across the floor. Cheers rose up as she got more and more tangled looking like the sexy little kitty she was. More and more yarn pelted the stage and she did not know what to do with herself anymore. It did not take very long for her to be so tangled it almost looked like a mummy. At any rate she seemed very pleased, purring almost constantly while clawing at the balls.

It appeared that I was on my own here. My stripping coach was down for the count on account of too much yarn. It is not like I know how to be all sexy and shit. I mean, I was a recluse before this with hardly any human interaction in person. I could try some of the moves from the Moon Sailors though. Looking for some sort of advice I found a bunny girl... Wait a minute Thumper!? Sure enough, there was the militant bunny with an eye patch and a leather captain hat on. She was wearing some dominatrix leathers with spikes all over and had a whip, the fun kind not the Mr. Incentive variety. With but a glance I knew she was a sadist, as she cracked the leather on some poor bastard... Oh, he seemed to be enjoying it. Never mind, then. I guess every S needs an M. She stepped on him, dug her paws into his back before spinning with the whip up in the air. She brought it down again and his howls of joy filled the air. It only encouraged the rest of them.

Though I could relate, having done something rather similar in the Shattered Realms, in fact I sort of respected her. I did not have the courage to do that shit in real life. As entertaining as that was, it was not going to help me at all. So I continued looking around. The other girls were crawling about on all fours or laying and stretching into strange positions. If it is just that then not too hard. In fact, I have a special move for this.

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Adjusting, my arms twisted backwards and I curled into a ball, my antenna flicked and I rolled around the stage. I came to a stop and sat there, flexing my legs to put them behind my head. My mouth gaped and the tongue unfurled to full length. I can do better. My claw grasped the pole and I stretched until my other foot grasped way up on the smooth metal. If I was normal, my legs would have just dislocated and probably made a really gross sound too. Now that I was split flat, the world was sideways. The abdomen flexed and I spun. Gasps rose up from the audience. Well, I bet they had never seen something like this before.

“Holy shit!” yelled one of the guys. “Look how flexible that bitch is.”

“Forget that I bet she gives the best head! Look at that tongue.”

Money filled the air. I actually made it rain, well that is one thing off of my bucket list. I basked in the glow half out of my gourd. This was unexpectedly a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I may end up moonlighting down here to relive my stress. Being a hero kinda sucks, I mean people yell at you and get mad over stupid shit. My pay is shit for what I do, there are all these rules and if I overstep my authority trying to help people I get the slap to the face. It can't be that bad, I mean Medavac comes down here all the time and he never gets in trouble. It is not illegal, dancing anyway. Grasping some of the money I strode off the stage to the bar and slapped down the bills.

“Mr. Clean I want a eh... Oh yeah a Tequila.”

He smirked, “A shot?”

“Yeah, keep em coming.”

He poured me three consecutive shots and I downed them each in turn, licking salt off of my hand and biting into whole limes. It was bitter and burned so good, but I had no self control at this point, so there was no stopping. Sub certainly was not stopping me. If anything she was instigating this. Somebody kept poking my ass. Hey, if you are going to do that grow a pair and slap my ass and tell me what a naughty girl I am. Call me a bitch, I don't care. Talk dirty to me. I turned to find Nibbles. Well, that is disappointing. She gave a pleading look, which did not make much sense. What is her problem? Then I noticed where she was pointing and slowly my eyes wandered up the front side of Den Mother, who was looming over me. She had one stacked rack that was for sure.

Boobies! Against my better judgment... Alright, alright! Devoid of any common sense, I gave those big bad wolves a good petting. How could I not? I mean, look at those things! I thought my hard tits were something to be proud of, but damn gurl she had it going on. These things were some serious pillow puppies and the inclination that I wanted to use her as my bed started surfacing. I buried my face in them. So soft and fluffy! I'm jealous, like totally fucking jelly of these things. I want them, I need them!

I never did get a chance to see her face, mostly because her hand slapped me so hard my head spun backwards. I get the feeling something like this happened before. The ground came to meet me and I could vaguely hear people screaming. I blinked a couple times and gave a thumbs up. Totally worth it. Nothing broke or at the least I can't feel it and Sub was just as fucked up as I was, so there was no filter on anything. Come to think of it... Was that you, Sub that got touchy feely? Not that it really matters.

A good twist and my head popped back into position. It was a little stiff though, so I cracked it back and forth scaring a few people around me. Nibbles and Den Mother were staring at me like I was some monster, meh takes one to know one. What would she have done if that killed me? I mean really, Glitter Kitten probably would have skinned her alive. Not that, that is any of my business. Wait a minute, doesn't that mean I got free reign to do whatever the fuck I want and they can't stop me?!

Six huge honkers, but I only got four hands, how am I supposed to play with all those flesh buns? It seems she was on to me though. Not sure what gave it away. Was it my fingers wiggling or the predatory look in my eyes? She slapped me again, a little less hard, but it was still more than enough to floor me. My eyes spun, as I wobbled back onto my feet. Why are you hitting me? I just want to pet you!

That blow felt like it knocked something loose in my head. It feels like I should not be doing this, yet it seems like a good idea. How strange. Well, for now I will just ignore that. What is the worse that can happen? My eyes fell on some guy seated at a table there was this slutty bitch cat, grinding all over him. Not sure why, but that made me angry. I straddled the guy next to them and he stared wordlessly at me. Oh? Not going to scream. How unusual, well then you are in for a wild ride! I licked my lips hungrily as the hands roamed and explored his chest. One leg up on the table I thrust my hips in his face. Righty slapped my ass making the movements shudder. Damn, Sub you are getting into this shit.

Facing away from him my abdomen rubbed and squirmed, while my hips worked back and forth going lower and lower. Black Thunder would be proud after all the practice I had with hip thrusts. All our passionate wall banging has paid off. Mommy, I am going to be a stripper! My hands grabbed the bills that were being thrust at me. Hands started stuffing money into my jean shorts and getting real grabby. I suppose a lap dance is pretty fun. Look at them at my mercy, begging for more. This really is empowering. There was a little tiny itty bitty nagging that I should stop coming from somewhere in my head. It certainly was not Sub, that thirsty bitch was wanting me to go down on some dick or devour that sexy pussycat next to me. Honestly, I was inclined to do either. Where the hell is that voice coming from? Is that you, my long lost innocence? You kinda picked a bad time, can we pick this back up after I get laid? I really, really want this you know.

Nibbles? She was in my face. “You need to stop,” she pleaded, tugging at my hand.

Why should I? The stage was calling to me, so I abandoned that guy and climbed back up. This was a good song though, don't know what it is, but it was good. Something about bitches being crazy, scratching backs and fucking good. My wings spread wide they ended up undulating in an attempt to fly. They did nothing, but make a buzzing sound since I weighed too much for the current muscles to support. I can say without a doubt that I was white girl wasted. The last time something like this happened was in college, getting drunk off my ass anyway, it happened right after mid terms? I think. If memory serves correctly, I did some weird stuff with my dike roomie. Not sure, hard to recall or even form thoughts here. Ah... Butt stuff that is right this is why I don't drink or didn't.

Thumper jumped off of her slave nearly flatting him into the floor before landing back on the stage gracefully. I wanted to clap for her, unfortunately my motor skills had degraded. She glanced at me and smirked. Then grabbed the pole and spread her legs against it, wagging her bunny tail at the audience. They screamed and raged, hurling money at the stage. She licked her lips, running a finger down her front and popping off a tassel, flicking it to the side. I vented. What else could I do? She was fucking sexy as hell. The mist plumed from me and washed over the stage. It was hard to see anything. Then a hand grappled onto my leg. I screamed and jumped back, but I ended up dragging the person with me when I fell flat on my ass. It took a long moment to realize it was Glitter Kitten. Her face had flared up bright red as she clung to me.

“Nyahaha!” she purred, still with yarn, draping all over her. “Having fun or what!”

I nodded vaguely listing backwards, it was getting hard to stay afloat. It felt so hot in here, is it just me? It is just me, so I let off more steam. Glitter Kitten yowled and I could feel pressure on my leg. My eyes wandered down to find a horny cat girl, humping my leg. The way she was grinding made me wonder. My hand canvassed down her thin back and the fingers pressed down just above her tail. Glitter Kitten almost melted like butter. She must of had some catnip or something it looked like she was in heat. Well, you don't see that every day. Such a naughty kitty, you should not do that or else I might do terribly naughty things to you.

A silhouette drew closer through the mist and I blinked, trying to figure out what it was. Thumper? I would not mind filling that with eggs. She looked kind of predatory... No desperate would be the word I would use. Not sure why she is looking at me like that. Not like I got a pole to grind. Well, not my problem. Mad Dogs ain't so bad. My eyes closed and I curled up. Everything went quiet, except Sub.

'Puuusshhycat, puuuussycat I wuv you... Yes, I, I, I do. You're sooooo thrilling and I'm shho willing to blah bluh blahblah boobies... those are my melons!'

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Arc 6 Vesper explores the Slums with Glitter Kitten in search of the missing drugs, however she is going to find more than she bargained for.