Raising Sugar - Chapter Two - First Impressions
Marko sat in the corner watching the club, studying the bouncers and the girls, making mental notes about who was talking to whom and if anything looked like it was being exchanged. They had a tip off that there were drugs and other illicit activities being run from this club and he was here undercover to find out. Taking another sip of his whiskey, he leaned back in his chair. It was beginning to look like he'd need an informant. If there were illegal things happening here, it was being kept quiet. His gaze turned to the central stage as a new dancer was announced. He didn't quite catch the name over the general noise and the blaring music of the stage but that didn't really matter. He didn't need a name to appreciate the scenery. Shifting his large canine body, he watched as a pink and black striped hyena strutted onto the stage, her body moving sinuously with the beat. She had large firm breasts and very soft looking fur and he could feel his body responding to it, arousal starting to grow out of his blue furred sheath. She was good, he couldn't deny that and then she went down to her knees and crawled across the stage, tail high in the air, rear swaying with her movements. He mentally licked his lips as he watched her.
However, after a few minutes, his mind turned from lust to annoyance. She was being groped too intimately for the customers to be in accordance with the club rules yet the bouncers were doing nothing but smirking at it. Watching her eyes, he could tell she wasn't enjoying it but had the resigned look of someone that does what they have to do to get by though it was hidden well by the sweet smile she gave those taking advantage of her.
Her movements made him think of other poses he'd like to see her in and he wondered what her smile would look like if it reached her eyes. Well, he did need an informant. He smiled slyly to himself and stood up his full height as he summoned over the bartender. "So how do you go about getting a private lap dance from one of the girls?"
The bartender looked him over and Marko knew what the scrawny ferret would see. A tall well built german shepherd with blue and black markings under his white tank top and tight worn jeans. He knew he didn't look rich so he slipped out a roll of the money supplied to him for the undercover work and peeled off a twenty.
"Well?"
The bartender's eyes focused on the bills and he licked his lips greedily. "Well, we have private booths right over there." He pointed a light brown furred arm over at a row of curtained off cubicles. "You want to head over there, I'll send a girl right over to help you out." He gave Marko a knowing wink and the large canine grinned back.
He handed the bartender the twenty. "Sounds good to me." He peeled off another twenty for the man. "I want the girl on the stage." He added another bill to the offer. "You'll make sure she comes right over to help me out, won't you?"
The bartender nodded his head eagerly, slipping the cash into worn dirty jeans. "Yeah, I'll make sure of it."
Making his way through the crowds to the more private areas, Marko kept an eye on the pink hyena girl, feeling a low growl building in his chest as she barely managed to dodge a grab from an overeager college aged horse. The obvious intention was to pull her off the stage and, from what he'd seen so far, he wasn't sure the bouncers would have stopped it not after seeing how little they had done so far and how practiced her dodge seemed to be. It was going to be a pleasure to shut this place down.
Sitting down in the chair, in front of the short pole set aside for the private dances, another thought occurred to him. What would happen to the girls here if the place closed down? This place was bad enough but they did make money. He was still considering this when the girl stepped through the curtains, closing them behind her. She had pulled her shirt and skirt back on and he smiled at the cleverness. It meant she had to be given more money to get the clothes back off, smart business on her part.
Strutting in, she moved to the pole, pressing her back against it as she stretched her arms up, arching her back which made the shirt strain over her full breasts and Marko found himself hoping a button would pop off, his pants feeling too tight suddenly.
Her voice was smooth and had a soft quality even though she was speaking loud enough to be heard over the music. "Hi there, I'm Sugar, sweet as candy but twice as bad for you."