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The Art of Being Naughty

11

"I told him the boss likes him but all he could do was blush and say nothing," Chance was saying to a fellow dancer, a fine looking calico she-kat named Sheila.

"Aw, Chance, of course Uly didn't say anything. He doesn't think its right to try for the boss even if he's hot. He thinks its unprofessional and could cause real trouble. Remember, Uly needs this job," she said seriously as she put on her really skimpy costume with feathers.

"I know that! But that doesn't change the fact Sheron has the hots for him too. You can see it whenever he's around Ulysses. Try and deny it!" Chance snorted as he put on his electric blue two piece light up suit.

"I don't deny it!" She said huffily. "I'm just reminding you why Uly won't cross that line."

"Who won't cross what line?" Jake asked as he came into the room with food bags in his paws, catching the tail end of the conversation.

"I was just trying to point out to Sheila that our boss wants Ulysses but the big lug is standing on his morals and playing keep away," Chance grunted. "Hmm, what'd you get us?" He asked, grabbing one of the bags.

"Burgers and fries and leave me some you pig....." Jake growled, only pretending to be miffed at his lover as he quickly got his own costume on.

"Great....I'm starved!"

Sheila snorted in amusement as she headed for the door. "You're always hungry, Chance and leave Uly alone. He's a good tom and doesn't deserve your riding him," she warned then disappeared out the door.

Jake frowned at his lover questioningly.

"Honest, love.....I haven't pressed the big lug. I was wishing.....you know......that Uly wasn't so moralistic. He's lonely......you know he is and here is his opportunity to get with someone who really want's him. So what if it's the boss," Chance huffed, annoyed at having his concerns for a friend treated as if he wanted Uly to get in trouble.

"I know your hearts in the right place, hon, but this is Uly's life you're talking about. Stay out of it," Jake said seriously as he grabbed the other burger and fries. "Right now, focus on eating then getting out there......we're on soon you know."

"Yeah.....yeah....I know..." Chance grumbled, finishing his meal quickly.

12

About to step into the dressing room, Ulysses heard his name spoken and froze. He listened to the conversation and blushed furiously.

He wished they wouldn't talk about him like that. He was fully aware of the looks he was getting from Mr. Sheron but like Sheila had said, he just didn't feel right making a move on the one who was responsible for his paycheck.

He sighed and began to move forward again when Sheila suddenly popped out the door.

"Oh.....Uly....hi! That was a fantastic act you created. I got to catch it and the crowd was just crazy. Great work!" Sheila said warmly.

"Uh, thanks, Sheila. I just hope I can come up with another to top it," he said demurely, blushing furiously at the compliment.

"Ahh, you will don't worry about it too much or you'll get an ulcer," she said encouragingly then leaned close to kiss his cheek. "Have a great night.....time for me to get out there!"

"Have a great one yourself, Sheila," he said, smiling as he stepped out of the way so she could hurry down the hall to the backstage area. Sighing, he pushed open the door to the dressing room and nearly ran into Jake and Chance coming out.

"Hey, big guy! See you out there!" Chance said with a huge grin as he hurried past.

Jake just gave Feral a quick slap on the shoulder in passing then the two dancers were hurrying down the hall after Sheila. Uly could hear the crowd already and the music for Sheila's set, begin.

The room was empty at the moment, the other dancers being on break and in the really fantastic rest area Mr. Sheron had made for the dancers to chill, unwind and get something to eat. He kept a full fridge and pantry available to them. He truly cared for his dancers and treated them more like family than employees.

‘Enough ruminating.....gotta get dressed!' He admonished himself as he pulled out a brilliant sparkling purple two piece out fit that allowed his mid section to be visible while he danced. It was his favorite costume.

Dressing quickly, he went to the makeup table and put on eyeshadow that matched the outfit and sparkles in his hair and on his face. It made him stand out under the spotlight. Finished, he hurried out of the room.

13

The lights were dim, only two spotlights shone on the pair of dancers on the stage. Their costumes sparkled and shimmered under the lights.

Chance and Jake were doing a very sensuous dance that involved them rubbing their bodies together as if they were making love. They would look deeply in each other eyes while laying caressing paws on each other and gyrating their hips in an exaggerated fashion. They never kissed but their eyes never left each other.

The audience was fairly swooning at the hot scene and many were near fainting while others screamed obscene words of encouragement at the pair. It was against the law for them to actually have sex in public so this near choreograph of a sex scene was all that was allowed but it was actually hotter than the real thing by its very suggestive nature.

The two males slowly, tantalizingly removed a single piece of clothing from each other and tossed it to floor then dance close before removing another piece until they were down to only their thongs, their obvious liking for each other plain by the large lumps pressing outward from the front of those skimpy underwear.

Their finale was them pressing their backs together and writhing against each other heatedly, raising the temperature of the club goers. They suddenly flipped around to face each other then danced close for a few moments before each yanked the other's thong off, turning to face the audience with their hard cocks waving in the air.

The air filled with screams of delight and money being tossed. Grinning happily, Chance and Jake picked up the cash and deliberately waved their ass and switching their tails at the audience while they did it. Finished, they bowed then dashed off stage.

"Great work you two!" Mr. Sheron said grinning broadly as the pair appeared back stage.

"Thanks, sir!" Chance said grinning back then he and Jake headed off for a much needed break and release of pent up desire.

Mr. Sheron had been sensitive to his dancers needs in this area as well and had provided what the dancers called their quiet room. It was heavily insulated, had couches, thick chairs, and a few small beds here and there with privacy drapes, where they could rest, have sex or just get away from the noise for a little, while they wound down.

Grabbing two bottles of water from a small fridge in the room, Chance dropped down next to Jake on a corner bed where the smaller Kat was counting their take.

"So what's the tally?" He asked as he handed Jake the bottle and took a long slug of his.

"Not bad! We made $300 each," Jake said then took a long drink of his bottle.

Chance frowned. "Not as much as we usually make," he complained mildly.

"It's early. Don't be such a pill!" Jake snorted, tossing the bottle in a nearby trash can then grabbing his lover to press a hot kiss on him.

Chance let his empty bottle fall to the floor and joined his lover for a tussle and some intense love making to relieve their need before going back on again in a couple of hours.

14

Leon Sheron was pleased the way his business was flourishing. His nay sayers had said he was coddling his dancers far too much with all the bennies he provided. It was a cut in his profits. But he had proved them spectacularly wrong.

He'd told them treating people decently insured you got their absolute best and that was how you got a big return on your investment. He was paws down the biggest venue in this area having blown away any competition. Though it was a strip joint it was seen as much higher end than the more seedier establishments and was attended by the well-heeled of the city.

They held their weddings, bachelor and bachelorette, and office parties here. His dancers were clean, honest and beautiful to look at, and above all, talented.

Case in point was Ulysses Feral. The dark tom was the biggest asset he'd ever hired since opening. Not only was he a great dancer but he loved what he was doing and brilliant at coming up with new acts that drew the crowds in nearly every night.

When the nervous and shy tom came to him asking to try out as a dancer, he had to admit he hadn't thought someone so big could be a dancer.......one of the stage hands or security maybe....but a dancer....no way. However, he couldn't refuse the desperation he saw in the tom's golden eyes. He was often chided for being such a soft touch.

But when he watched the tom dance on the stage it was like he had been born with the talent. He was a natural at this kind of dancing and Sheron had no hesitation in hiring him. Now months later, the tom was showing other talents as well which made Sheron very glad he'd given the tom a chance.

What he'd not counted on was his attraction to the big tom. His writhing body turned the snow leopard on and made him so hard that he had to keep to his office rather than watch the tom perform. He had tested the waters with Ulysses a few months after the dark tom began working for him but was gently rebuffed.

"You're a great boss, Mr. Sheron but this......I'm uncomfortable mixing work with personal and especially getting involved with one's boss. So, please forgive me but I can't," he said carefully, afraid to lose his job, but very firm on not crossing this line between boss and employee.

Sheron had backed off gracefully, making it clear he didn't hold Uly's moral stance against him. He could see the relief in the tom's eyes at that even as he saw sorrow as well. It told him the tom liked him too but just wouldn't compromise his beliefs.

That part of the tom's personality was what made Sheron realize that it wasn't lust (though that had been there the first time they met) but a true liking for the tom that was growing into nearly an obsession to have him as his lover and companion. He'd not had anyone in his life he'd wanted this badly. So he watched with longing and barely restrained desire as the tom performed on the stage, meanwhile, the strain was beginning to tell on them both.

15

Two months later, the club suffered a major upset. The dancers had been called not to come in one rainy Friday evening. Everyone was upset and wondering what was wrong.

Not one to wait for answers that affected his livelihood, Chance was determined to go down to the club and see what was going on for himself. Followed by an equally worried lover, the pair went to the club and were dismayed to see a police barricade and the place crawling with law enforcement.

They weren't able to get inside and had to stand under an awning of a restaurant across the street to get out of the rain while they watched a CSI team go about their duties. Angry and upset, they looked around, studying the crowd, not really certain what they were looking for but doing it anyway.

"Why are you two here?" A familiar voice asked from behind them.

Turning their heads, they saw Feral standing there, hunched in his raincoat trying to keep dry.

"Wanted to find out what was going on......apparently so are you!" Chance said returning his attention to the crowd.

"So you haven't heard anything yet, huh?" Feral asked worriedly.

"No. It's something bad though to have a CSI team here and the morgue wagon," Jake said grimly, pointing at the distinctive grim van just to the left of the club entrance.

Feral felt his heart jump with fear. ‘Oh, please don't let it be Mr. Sheron,' he thought anxiously.

16

"Hey, Chance, isn't that Brekke from the Red Fox Club?" Jake hissed suddenly, pointing to a wide bodied Kat standing under another awning down from their sanctuary. He was apparently trying to look inconspicuous because he was keeping to the shadows and hiding behind other rubber-neckers.

"Yeah, it sure looks like him. Now what would that thug be doing down here?" Chance said, suspiciously.

Feral looked in the direction the two were but didn't know the one they mentioned. "What's wrong with the guy being here?" He asked, innocently.

Chance scowled but not at Ulysses. "He works for Jett Slasher, the owner of the Red Fox Club. Slasher has been trying to squeeze Mr. Sheron out of business for years. He's a mobster and uses his string of clubs as prostitution and drug outlets and wants to add Club Passion to his list but Mr. Sheron knew what he was up to and has managed to keep him away from us and the club. I wouldn't put it past the bastard to try and frame Mr. Sheron in some way and force him to lose the club leaving him free to buy it legitimately," the tabby said harshly.

The dark tom looked at Chance in disbelief. "Oh, come on! I think you've been watching far too much TV," he scoffed.

Jake shook his head and gave Feral a grave look. "Afraid he's not being overly dramatic on this Uly. We've worked at the club longer than you and we've seen and heard things. Also, I was unfortunate enough to work at one of Slasher's clubs. He's a brutal and vicious task master, not above beating his dancers if they don't do as he demands. If it weren't for Chance, I'd still be there."

Chance pulled his lover close and nuzzled him, attempting to soothe away the terrible memories talking about his past had raised in Jake.

Feral blinked in shock and dismay but before he could say anything else a movement across the street caught his eye, a body was being taken out of the building on a gurney.

17

Detective Selkirk shook his head in disgust. He hated it when club rivalry reared its ugly head but in truth, he'd been waiting for this one to come to a head. Slasher must think him stupid that something so obvious wouldn't point to him.

Unfortunately, the mug had managed to perform a near perfect crime. He knew the mobster was the one who ordered this hit but now he had to prove it wasn't something else before he could actually go after the one he knew was at fault.

"We know our job, detective," growled Tris Bastian. He was the supervisor for the CSI team and was getting a bit annoyed at the hovering detective's constant comments that his team be very thorough. He prided himself on his team's abilities to find the tiniest clue and they were the best at what they did.

"Sorry. I'm certain this was a hit by Slasher. I'm just anxious that what you collect won't connect him to it," Selkirk said apologetically.

Bastian gave him a frown. "You know better than to jump the gun on things like this. I know how badly you want to pin this on Slasher but you'll have to be careful about bandying that about until you have cold hard truth behind you."

"I know my job, Tris," Selkirk said sharply.

"And I know mine, so give us room to do it," Bastian said flatly returning his attention to the murder site.

Selkirk reined in a caustic retort. Bastian was right. Riding him wouldn't get the answers he needed any faster so he backed off and went to interview those who had been on the scene.

18

Feral was getting cold standing here in the rain but he couldn't bring himself to leave. The body going into the morgue van made him want to scream. He badly needed to know who was in it so he wasn't leaving until he did.

Chance and Jake stood pressed against each other, cold as well, and equally determined to remain until they had an answer. It was some two hours later when some cops came out of the club and looked around. Most of the bystanders had left, once the body had been taken away, leaving only the dancers doing vigilance.

Two of the cops walked across the street, heading toward the huddled group. A tired, hard-eyed cop stopped before the seven dancers and stared at each of them. Behind him, the other cop watched and stayed silent.

"So, anyone here see what happened?" He asked abruptly. Everyone shook their heads. " Then, might I ask why you are all still standing here in the cold rain?"

"We dance at the club and want to know who was killed," Chance answered, pushing close.

Detective Selkirk eyed the blond tabby a moment then looked at the others hanging back but not leaving. "Are all of you dancers at this club?"

Heads nodded. "Okay, if all of you have the time, I'd like you to come down to the station house and answer some questions. We're going to talk to you anyway so it would be appreciated if you could make the time now. My name is Detective Selkirk. Ask for me when you arrive. See you all soon," he told them then prepared to turn and leave.

"Who died?" Chance demanded.

Selkirk paused again, eyed the group and saw anguish and worry on their faces. Coming to a decision, he said, "Danny Lightfur!" There were immediate sounds of crying, moans of anguish, and some sighs of relief. He'd need to find out who those were and why they were relieved. He turned and walked back across the street, his silent shadow following him.

19

Feral returned home exhausted and depressed. He'd spent nearly four hours at the station house. Questioning of each dancer had taken more than thirty minutes each. He didn't feel right leaving when others were still there, so he, Chance and Jake waited around until everyone was finished. His own interview was brief.....he simply didn't know anything in the first place and wasn't close to Lightfur.

As he drove home, he felt guilty for being relieved that Sheron hadn't been the one killed but was equally worried that his boss was being accused of killing the dancer. Every one of his dancers objected to that and told the detective how unlikely Sheron was guilty.

Detective Selkirk made no comment to that merely continued with his questioning and told each of them that he would have to wait for the forensic report to know who was truly guilty. The dancers left collectively, worried about their jobs and their boss' future.

Chance and Jake though, decided to do a little snooping of their own. They knew who would benefit from the club's poisoned reputation and they were going to find a way to prove it.

Feral had urged caution. "Guys, let the cops handle this, after all, they are trained for it."

"Cops can't be everywhere and the mob won't talk to them in the first place. I truly hope the CSI guys do find evidence but that will only get them the shooter, if they are lucky. It won't get them the one who ordered it because Slasher is too canny to get his own paws dirty. No, we have to find and collect real proof that Slasher ordered the hit or he will get away with it," Chance said firmly.

Feral had to reluctantly agree that Chance was probably right about this but they weren't cops so he didn't know how Chance thought he was going to find out anything useful.

20

It wasn't until the next day, that Feral received a call from Chance. "Come over to our place. We need to plan our strategy," he told the dark tom.

"What strategy?" Feral tried to ask but Chance wouldn't respond.

"Just get over here!" The tabby ordered then hung up.

Frowning, Feral put down the receiver and got dressed. He didn't know what the tabby was up to but he thought he could provide a cooler head and, hopefully, keep the pair out of trouble.

Jake answered the door and welcomed him in. "Go have a seat, there's some food and stuff," he told the big tom.

Feral entered the small, comfortable living room and took a seat in a wing chair. There was milk and snacks on the table but he wasn't hungry.

"So, why do you need me here?"

Chance and Jake sat together on the couch. The tabby leaned forward and grabbed a pawful of snack crackers and downed them before speaking.

"It's like this......I plan on applying for a job at the Red Fox Club. I should get hired fairly quickly. Once inside, I'll begin listening to everything and keeping close tabs on Slasher. When I get the goods on him, I'll skip out and give it to the cops," he explained.

Feral could only gape at him for a moment before blurting out angrily, "that's your plan? Are you crazy?"

Chance frowned at him but his face was set with stubborn determination.

The dark tom sighed mentally. ‘Please spare me from brave but stupid toms,' he thought bitterly. "Look, you told me not long ago that you made quite a scene when you rescued Jake from Slasher's clutches. What makes you think you can just waltz right in there and they don't remember what you did?" He asked caustically.

Jake nodded. "That's what I've been trying to tell him. No way would they hire you Chance after what you did and no way would I put myself in that kind of danger again. They would kill me this time," he said grimly.

Chance growled angrily. "We have to get close to Slasher if we are to help clear Sheron. The case might get them the shooter and might get our boss free but there is enough circumstantial evidence that says Sheron will end up in jail. I got the distinct impression that detective didn't believe our boss did it either but his paws are tied.....ours aren't!"

Feral didn't like where this was going. He was smart enough to see that these two had already hashed this out and there was only one conclusion and he didn't like it at all.

"I'm not a cop! I'm a dancer! And no way do I want to get close to someone who is that vicious to his hired help. Besides, I'm the sole supporter of my family. I can't risk something happening to me and leaving my family helpless," he objected strongly.

Chance and Jake stared at each other for a moment. "We know this but we also know you wouldn't want this injustice to go unpunished. You aren't helpless. I happen to know you practice martial arts regularly to keep that trim body of yours and that you're perfectly capable of defending yourself. Besides, we wouldn't let you go alone, we'll be right nearby as your back up," Chance told him.

"We wouldn't even consider putting you in this situation if we didn't think you could take care of yourself. You know we're just as skilled at fighting as you but are too well known as you just said. But we also know how important your family is to you. Chance and I promise your family will be taken care of if something should ever happen to you and I don't mean because of this thing we're trying to do. We won't force you but we like Mr. Sheron and Club Passion. We don't want anything to happen to him or it," Jake urged him.

Feral swallowed hard, fear making him shaky as he stared at them and tried to decide if he was insane enough to do this dangerous thing.