New in Town
*I'm still developing the characters and the world that they live in so please have a little more patience. The story should be getting significantly steamier after this chapter. I'll try to make it worth the wait. Thanks for reading. Z
Chapter 2
New in Town
The road to the village was a well kept, packed, dirt one and Andre's new form wasn't the least bit tired when he strolled into town. He glanced down one empty street and turned to find only more emptiness. Part of him was relieved to find the town deserted, it would give him a chance to find something to clothe himself with. The other part, however, found it odd that a sizeable village such as this would be this empty during mid morning. For the time being he ignored this little niggling doubt and headed for a clothes line that hung between to buildings. On it, he found a pair of trousers and a loose cotton shirt that fitted him quite nicely. He had just pulled the shirt over his head when a bell rang out from a nearby tower, its tones low and almost harsh to his ears. As it reverberated in the alleys, its tone was replaced by a far more ominous sound, the sound of metal on metal and the percussive tromping of marching troops. Feeling that it would be unwise to remain outdoors much longer he slipped into the nearest building. Inside, he found himself in a smoky, dimly lit room. He walked along the back wall to a nearby empty table and sat down. The patrons of the establishment seemed to all be staring at a small stage which projected out from the back wall. A velvet purple curtain encircled the stage, its luster enhanced by the dim candle light. Then, almost unnoticeably, a sultry, mysterious song faded in from a small band that Andre had not noticed. He leaned back and directed his attention to the stage. The velvet curtain began to rise and a dense fog poured over the edge. At center stage stood a mare with glistening black fur and a large fan made of feathers in each hand. She started to move to the music, the fans sweeping the air while at the same time concealing her body. It suddenly dawned on Andre that he had stumbled into the village's strip bar.
He laughed softly to himself, and returned his attention to the dancer, who was now gyrating her hips against a fan while lowering herself towards one of the clients. She placed her knees on either side of his head and pumped the air in front of him. He ran a hand along her leg and she leaned back keeping her breasts just out of his reach. She stood up and smirked at him and sauntered over to another sad creature wanting what he would never get. She continued to move slowly from one client to another, teasing them as they placed coins in a small bag tied about her waist. He slipped into a trance, mesmerized by her fluid movements. He found himself studying her curves and the way the candle light played on her crimson hair. She caught him staring and smiled at him, she continued to hold his gaze, studying him in her own turn. She half lidded her eyes and licked her lips as the trumpet hit a final brassy note. She bowed to her audience, turned and walked off of the stage, a fan covering her shapely rear. The band kicked off a lively Dixie land-ish song and a few of the building's occupants made their way over to the bar. Andre leaned back in his seat, when a cat hybrid creature set a glass down in front of him along with a hastily written note on a yellowy type of paper. He looked at the bar keep in a confused manner,
"From the dancer." Said the bar man reading his expression.
Andre nodded, and took a sip of the drink as he unfolded the note. All it said was,
"Behind the bar. 20 minutes. Enjoy the drink."
It was signed F.M with a lipstick kiss below. Not knowing what to make of this development, Andre contented himself with drinking his beverage. He made it half way through before realizing, he had never had any strong liquor before and here he was, sitting in a strip club, drinking a single malt scotch. Daddy would be proud. At this thought he pushed the glass away and left the bar. He squinted against the sun as he left the hazy gloom of the bar. The marching troops had long since passed and he relaxed a bit. He turned and strode purposefully towards the alley next to the bar and turned right to find a wrought iron staircase leading up to a room on top of the bar. He climbed the stairs; his hooves clopped on the green metal. He reached the door and knocked softly, and then more forcefully after feeling how dense the wood was. The door opened a crack and a violet eye peered out at him. The door closed again and there was a sound of a chain being undone. The door swung wide revealing a room that was full of crimson velvet furniture. Red scarves hung from the light fixtures giving the room a feeling of warmth. Andre surveyed the room and then his eyes fell upon her. She had short black fur that shimmered as she walked. Her violet mane came down to her waist and shifted almost unnoticeably into her tail. She wore a gossamer robe that revealed generous bust and delicious hips. She smiled as she felt his eyes on her, she lived for the attention.