Raising Sugar - Chapter One - Same Thing Every Night
The pounding music in the main part of the club could easily be heard in the dressing room where Sugar was getting ready for work. She changed as quickly as she could because the bouncers and the owner had a habit of showing up in the supposedly private dressing room for the dancers at odd moments and she did not want to be caught undressed. She guessed it was silly to be uncomfortable being caught nude or only half dressed in front of them considering she was going to lose all of her clothes out there on the stage or in one of the private rooms anyway. It wasn't like they couldn't get an eyeful during her shift but it felt more like a violation when they popped in to have a 'talk' with one of the girls in the dressing room. On the stage was different. Out there, it was just a job, nothing personal. In here, well this was supposed to be a place of retreat and safety for the girls and greasy overweight lecherous males lying about needing to talk to her when all they wanted to do was run their greedy eyes over their body and attempt to 'accidentally' get a grope just annoyed her and made her uneasy.
She sighed as she looked herself over in the mirror. Her shirt was a little like a school girl's but at least one size too small, stretched tight over her large breasts. It would be easy to remove, the buttons were already ready to pop. The only reason they hadn't is that she had spent the time to reinforce them. She didn't have extra money to splurge on new clothes and the club did not cover any extra expenses. The shirt was white and her black stripes were visible through the material, though the edges appeared blurred, and it matched the white fur that covered her footpaws, lower legs, palms and belly. She completed her ensemble with a black g-string under a short pink skirt that flared enough to show the lower curves of her rear if she moved too fast. It used to match the base pink of her fur perfectly but it had become faded over the years.
Brushing her hair, she stared at her violet eyes in the mirror. She was a pink striped hyena with full curves in the prim of her femalehood. It was all downhill from here and, considering here wasn't that great...She sighed again then shook her head to clear it.
She needed to get her game face on. Rent was due in two days and she didn't have it. She needed a lap dance and a good tip every hour of her next two shifts if she was going to make it and frowning or worried strippers didn't get good tips.
Though, technically, she'd already have had the money easy if the fucking club owner didn't take forty percent off the top and the bouncers didn't grab their own cut each as payment for 'protecting' her if they caught her before she slipped after getting paid. That was why she needed so many lap dances and tips, she had to figure in the money that would be taken from her into her plans.
Pushing her annoyance away once again, she pasted a sweet smile on her lips, she headed down the dark hall to the stage.
On the way, she had to slow down to carefully step over the footpaws of another dancer down on her knees in front of one of the bouncers. The slovenly sweaty bear swept a tongue over his puffy lips and gave her a sleazy snaggle toothed grin.
"Hey, Sugar baby, don' forget my payment later like ya did las' night."
The pink furred hyena shivered in disgust but spared a sympathetic glance for the dancer paying up the 'other way'. Sugar had never been that desperate and she planned to keep it that way, much to the vocal disappointment of some of the bouncers. Her voice was firm when she replied, "Yeah, fine, I'll have your cash ready by the end of my shift." She made sure to emphasize the word 'cash'.
"Oh, come on, y'know y'don' have t'pay like that." His eyes rested on her large breasts under her tight shirt. "In fact, pretty thing like you, maybe I can arrange some better protection for you. Just have t'be good t'me y'know."
She turned away to hide the deep disgust in her eyes. "I gotta go. I'm up next." Without another word, she ran down the hall and made it on stage as her music hit.
Pushing away the thoughts of her troubles, she strutted and writhed to the music. Slowly losing her shirt and skirt, she began to crawl toward the largest bills at the edge of the stage, thankful her eyesight was good enough to distinguish between a twenty and a single. Arching her back and shaking her hips, she offered herself for the tips. Anonymous paws slid the bills into her small g-string, many taking extra liberties. Her full breasts were groped, her nipples were tweaked and she was petted in the most private places as she moved from tip to tip. Concentrating on the music and the money, she struggled to mentally distance herself from what was happening to her.
It was against the rules for them to be touching her like this. However, the bouncers were usually very lax about enforcing them, allowing the customers to push the limits unless the girl paid well enough for 'special' treatment. Sugar didn't pay that well. In fact, she resisted paying them at all as best she could. She only gave them money now if they managed to corner her because she knew, at that point, further resistance would only lead to her losing more money and getting slapped around. It wasn't fair but what else could she do. No one hired ex-strippers except strip clubs and there were worse places to work than this.
However, that was a worry for later, for now, she just needed to focus on getting as much as she could for as little as possible.