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Graduating from college gave Nisha a kind of freedom that she had never experienced before. She was finally free from all the responsibilities of college, spending every night out with her friends, visiting different night clubs and events. It usually started with a phone call from one of her friends who had just found a new exciting place nearby, just like the day that she became a permanent latex skunk slave.

She was hanging out in her apartment all day having no plans for the night, and she wondered what her friends were up to. As if by coincidence, her phone had just started ringing; It was her friend, Alex, who was in her friend group of herm girls just like her.

"Hey Nisha, so I've just come across this place called the Double Stripes, apparently it's some sort of weird fetishy nightclub, the others said you'd probably be into it given how freaky you are, haha!" The fox girl was always kind of the leader of the group, even though that was more of an unwritten rule than something properly established. She was simply the one who tended to organize most of the events and nights out, and she was also the most extroverted and talkative one.

"A fetishy night club? Y'all are not planning an orgy, are you?" The black cat girl laughed at the proposal. They were pretty open about sex to each other- after all, their sexuality was what brought them together in the first place- but they never actually did any sexual things with each other. That's why it seemed a bit strange for Nisha to be invited to such a place.

"No no, apparently it's just like a regular night club, but with a bunch of 'slaves' dressed up in these strange latex skunk suits serving the customers. You can get blowjobs or anal from them, or just have them serve drinks to you and whatnot." The fox explained further.

"Huh, well I guess we don't have anything to lose by trying out, right? When are we going?" Nisha said after a bit of consideration.

"Uh, I guess we can go tonight! If you're free, of course." Despite saying that they would be going mainly because of Nisha, Alex seemed strangely enthusiastic about going as well.

"Okay, I don't have any plans for tonight anyway. Let's meet up there at 9, if it's good for y'all!" Nisha proposed, as that was the usual time the friends met up if they were out for the night.

"Sounds good, see ya there freaky girl!" The fox teased her a bit, then hung up. Nisha was sometimes called a freaky girl by her friends group because of many of her kinky obsessions, and even though she hated it, she lived up to it. As long as it was not done in public...

She looked at the clock and was admittedly surprised by how late it was already, she still hadn't adjusted to the sun going down so late in the summer months. It had just passed seven and she had to be in her best shape, on the other side of town in two hours, so her preparation was admittedly a bit of a rush.

The cat always made an effort to look as girly as possible, because even though she was born with the penis, she found that expressing herself as a woman had always worked out the best for her. She paid good attention to her clothing, usually wearing a dark dress and striking red high heels on her nights out, and put a lot of effort into makeup, darkening her eyes to look as enticing as possible. She was going to be a mistress that night after all, she had to make the best impression as possible, even if it was all just a big roleplay.

Living in a big city meant that life never died down, there were always a bunch of people on the street, making getting around by car impossible even at night. That's why she usually decided to walk or use public transport, because even though the buses were always crowded and filthy, at least they got her where she needed to be without having to waste a bunch of gas, waiting in a traffic jam.

Nisha typed the address into her phone to check which bus she needed to take, but as she found out, the last one that would have taken her there had just left five minutes earlier. Her next best option was walking, which she really didn't mind as she needed a bit of exercise anyway from sitting around and watching movies all day, but she was still a bit worried about being late. She quickly grabbed her bag, texted the others that she might run a tiny bit late and set out into the night.

She loved the fresh air at night, the quiet and the darkness and she always found herself feeling a bit more awake and alert after being outside for a while. Even though it was a hot night, she didn't mind, the cool air felt refreshing on her skin and she loved the way the streetlights made her fur feel a bit more soft and silky.

"Double Stripes huh, they really could have chosen a place that I don't need to walk an hour to get to..." She grunted to herself, but decided to keep it in since she already agreed to go after all. Speeding up her steps, it took her a little bit less than an hour to get there, her friends already waiting at the entrance.

The outside of the club actually looked a bit subtle, located mostly underground below a regular looking block of apartments. The only thing that really showed the bar itself was the bright, blinking white neon lights that spelled "THE DOUBLE STRIPES" on a sign in the shape of a skunk's tail. One side of the wall was painted white and the other black, and the whole outside of the club seemed to follow the black and white skunk patterned theme.

"Hey girl, you're finally here!" Alex greeted Nisha as soon as she spotted her. She was already accompanied by August, a short and shy cheetah, the most introverted one of the group.

"Alex, August, hi! Where are the others?" Nisha greeted her friends with a kiss on the cheek, as it was tradition between them.

"They said they weren't interested in places like this, I guess they are just too vanilla, huh?" The fox laughed. "So when are we going inside?"

"We can go if it's up to me!" Nisha said as they walked to their entrance where Alex showed that they had already bought the tickets online. It didn't include any drinks or food that they would order, so they knew they had to be conservative with that, but they all had plenty of cash on them except for Nisha, who only bought whatever she had in her wallet at the time she left home. After all, they were going to split the bill anyway.

Once they were let in, the club seemed majorly different from the inside. It seemed to follow the black and white striped theme, but the modest appearance from the outside was completely contradicted by the modern, expensive looking furniture and decoration. The floor was black and white tiled and the room itself was quite dark, only lit up by white beam lights that scattered on the misty air of the club.

But of course, the main attraction of the whole place were the slaves: they were forced to walk on all fours, wearing the advertised latex skunk costumes with a big gas canister strapped to each one's back and hosed up to their costume's mask. They weren't allowed to talk, the only sounds they could make were the squeaking of their shiny costumes, and the metallic hiss of their breathing apparatus.

"They really weren't lying about the slave stuff, look! These little weirdos will do anything to please the guests!" Nisha said as she looked around, watching what each slave was doing. Some of them carried drinks as they tried to crawl on the ground without spilling or dropping and breaking them, and some were used sexually either by giving blowjobs or being pounded in the ass- some of them both at the same time.

"May I lead you to your table?" They were approached by a skunk, a real one, in formal looking clothing. He lead them to one of the smaller tables in the back, which was already reserved for them and where a slave was already patiently waiting for them, sitting on the ground in an obedient pose.

"He will be your slave for the night, his formal name is number twelve, but you can call them however you wish. He will take care of every wish you may have, but since he's not allowed to talk, you'll have to turn to me or any other server with questions." He explained as the friends sat down.

"Awesome, thank you very much!" The fox smiled at him and looked at the skunk slave sitting next to them on the ground, eagerly waiting for instructions.

"What a funny looking little dude!" The cheetah giggled, petting the slave on the head who obediently leaned into the pet. "You like to be pet, huh?"

"Hey I wouldn't really touch that, you don't know how many people have come on his head and how often they clean those things..." Nisha warned her friends, visibly offending the skunk a little bit. The suits were always properly cleaned after each use, but of course he didn't have permission to speak and explain.

"Good point, but he's still pretty cute looking~" August smiled as the skunk wagged his tail in appreciation. They were obviously not acting, as each slave pleasured each guest with the best effort they could give, there were no cocks left unsucked and service was fast and easy.

"So have we come to a petting zoo or are we actually going to use this thing?" Alex said to the others. "Hey slut, why don't you bring us some drinks, I'll have a stripy cocktail. How about you two?" She turned to the others.

"I think I'll have the same." Nisha replied.

"Yeah, it sounds good. Although I don't know what they mean by having a touch of skunk spray in there, that must taste freaking nasty!" August said. "But since all the other ones seem to have that as well, why not. It's probably just a cover name for some kind of alcohol."

"Not sketchy at all, haha!" The black cat girl laughed, getting another negative looking reaction from the slave. It seems that even though they were not allowed to talk, they had to protect the prestige of the place anyway.

The slave nodded and crawled away with the instructions, soon returning with the drinks. He balanced a tray with one of his hands, slowly and carefully crawling his way on the ground to the table. It didn't seem very easy at all, but it was obvious that he was well trained, not spilling a single drop as he delivered the order to the table.

"Wow, isn't there a way to do this faster? I mean don't get me wrong, but this is all kind of silly~" Nisha teased the skunk as she grabbed one of the drinks from the tray, sipping into it.

It mostly tasted like different kinds of tropical fruits mixed together with alcohol, but if she really concentrated on the after taste, she could taste something that kind of resembled a skunky taste. It's not like she had tasted skunk spray ever before, but it still felt weird to taste it in a drink, and left her to wonder whether they actually put skunk spray in there. That definitely would have been really weird.

"Good boy!" August said to the skunk. "Hey Nish, would you wanna try balancing a plate with glasses while trying to crawl on all fours?" The cheetah said with a bit of frustration to her friend.

"Chill out, we are here to dominate these guys, after all why would they be here if they didn't like to be teased a little bit~?" The cat snickered as she put her high heels on the hand of the skunk, who jerked it away in pain.

"Well, I guess so!" Alex laughed, the slave bowing his head in embarrassment. After all, they were paid to be there to be dominated, they wouldn't have applied for the job if they didn't like that sort of stuff.

The night went on and the friends had drunk their cocktails, so they called the skunk over to order another set of drinks again. The slave nodded and soon returned with the tray, the same way as before, crawling on the ground while he was carefully balancing the order in the air.

He seemed confident enough, but to everyone's surprise, he tripped on something and fell face first onto the cold tiles, dropping the tray and spilling all of the drinks, even shattering one of the glasses.

"What a clumsy boy, haven't you trained enough for plate carrying~?" Nisha teased him, her leg still under the skunk as she was the one who purposefully made him fall over by putting her leg in his way when he didn't pay attention.

The slave wasn't allowed to argue of course, he grabbed a mop and a bucket, cleaning up the spilled drinks and glass shards from the ground. The loud noise attracted the other tables' attention as well, some guests loudly giggling at the embarrassed skunk.

"Now be a good boy and bring us another one of those~" Nisha ordered once he was done cleaning up, and a few minutes later he came back with the same tray of drinks.

"That was a bit harsh, don't you think?" August asked Nisha, still feeling sympathetic for the humiliated skunk.

"These guys have a humiliation fetish, as long as we don't have to pay for the broken glass, I'm okay with it" Alex said, not affected much by the endeavor.

"Exactly, these dumb little creatures like it rough, don't ya number... whatever. I forgot your code already" Nisha giggled as she pet the skunk's head with the sole of her shoe.

"Then maybe this whole sado-maso domineering thing isn't for me..." August said, a bit offended by the others' attitude.

"Anyways now, I've gotta go to the restroom. Hey slut, which way is it?" Nisha turned towards the skunk, who pointed towards the hallways where the bathrooms were located.

She stood up and made her way through the small crowd of people into the bathroom, leaving her two friends alone, who were approached by one of the well- dressed employees just a moment later.

"Hi, sorry to bother, did one of the glasses break at this table?" He asked in a calm, non confrontational manner.

"That's right, the slave dropped it on the ground" Alex explained, hoping that she could put the blame on the skunk.

"Well, we've checked the camera footage and we've seen someone purposely tripping him over, so the price of the glass will be on you, I'm afraid" He continued, the two friends looking at each other in disbelief. It was all Nisha's fault and they were going to pay for it?

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, it must have been our friend who's not here at the moment, we will consult with her as soon as she's back from the bathroom!" The fox said to the employee, who nodded.

"Very well, just enjoy the rest of your night!" He said as he walked away after he put a small slip on the table.

"Replacement of property, a hundred dollars? What the hell are these glasses made of?" The cheetah whispered in disbelief as she looked at the price on the paper.

"That's just absolutely ridiculous, and I'm sure Nisha won't agree to pay for it alone... If the cameras didn't catch that it was her in particular, we're probably going to have to pay for it together!" Alex said angrily.

"Did she even bring any money? She's just gonna make us pay for it and then not even give us back the money once we're home..." August added.

"Should we dip? I don't think we should wait for her to come back..." The fox suggested, looking over to the restroom door where Nisha had just come out.

"Well... Are you sure...?" The cheetah girl hesitated for a while as she watched the cat trying to struggle her way back to them through the crowd.

"Do you want to pay for her stupidity or not??" The fox was already standing, ready to bust out of the door.

"I suppose not... Let's go!" August had finally given in to her friend's nagging as they stormed out of the club. They were not chased by security as Nisha was still inside, so they surrounded her instead, and brought her aside.

"W-what's happening?" She asked confusedly as she was led to a small staff room by the bouncers. She looked to the table where her friends were sitting when she had entered the bathroom- nobody was there.

"Your friends just dipped and you owe us quite a bit of money, but we'll wait for the manager here and we'll figure out what to do." One of the bouncers, a muscular bull said to her in a calming, professional voice that still flooded Nisha with a sense of anxiety, knowing something bad was going to happen.

"I... I can't believe it! Are you sure they are not here somewhere? There's a huge crowd, maybe they just blended in, this is absolutely ridiculous! I couldn't ever imagine them simply just-" Nisha tried to argue with a raised tone, feeling confused and maybe even a bit disrespected by the guards, not willing to believe her friends left her alone.

"We saw them run out through the front door. A fox and a cheetah, right?" One of the guards said, making the cat girl's heart sink.

"R-really? No way... Yes, those were my friends then. Why did they leave, didn't they tell anyone anything? It was probably some emergency, one of them must have said something?" She replied, still in a bit of disbelief, but the bouncers shook their heads.

"Nope, not a single word from any of them. You can look at the camera footage if you want." The other one said, pulling out his phone and playing a video of Nisha's friends escaping and running down the street.

"Unbelievable. I'll just talk to the manager and we'll see if we can figure out something... Hopefully..." She said after watching the video.

It didn't even take a minute until the manager had arrived, an equally buffed skunk, smelling like cigarettes. He had a couple of patches where he was missing fur, a bite had been taken off one of his earlobes, and the sketchy, intimidating appearance was topped with a golden nose ring.

"They call me stink" He said in his raspy voice ruined by decades of smoking, holding out his rough hand for a shake that nearly ripped Nisha's hand off her wrist.

"N-Nisha, good evening" She replied, feeling intimidated by the manager of the club.

"So my guys told me you tripped a slave over on purpose, he tripped and shattered one of the glasses. Is that right?" He asked in still a calm, but more demanding voice, giving off the vibe that he wasn't tolerating any bullshit or lying.

"Yes sir, that did happen... I'm happy to pay for it though!" She replied in an eager voice, wanting to finally get out of the uncomfortable situation.

"Not only that, but your friends left without paying, so you'll not only be paying for the glass, but also your and your friends' drinks as well! Unless you've got some way of bringing their asses back and getting them to pay for their own shit" He explained.

"I-I'll try to call them back..." Nisha said in a defeated and disappointed voice, knowing that her friends wouldn't reply the moment she started calling their numbers. Her guess was right, none of them picked up and they had already blocked her on every platform, making it completely impossible for Nisha to contact them.

"Well, we will try to file a report against them and get them to pay for their part, but until then, you'll be the one paying for your and their expenses as well. From which pocket the money comes, doesn't matter to us, only that we need to get it as soon as possible." He said, handing Nisha the bill.

"T-three hundred?" She gulped as she read the total, knowing she wouldn't be able to pay for it. "I only have fifty bucks on me!"

"Well, we need our payment one way or the other. Here are two forms for you to fill out with your friends' information and where we can find them, but until then you'll have to work off what you need to pay for." The skunk gave Nisha two forms, which she filled out.

"C-can't I just go home for the money? I promise I'll be back!" She tried to beg, but the manager shook his head.

"Your friends are already on the run, and we have no way to confirm whether you've given us the right data. We can't trust you with going home, I'm sorry." The manager explained.

"Well... How am I going to pay off then? Am I gonna wash dishes or something?" Nisha rolled her eyes, knowing that she was going to be there for quite a while.

"Better, you're going to serve as a slave among the others for three days to work off the debt, as we pay our workers 100$ a night." The manager said, shocking Nisha who couldn't believe her ears at first.

"Excuse me? You say you're going to force me to pay off my debts through sex work?" She raised her voice, understandably upset at the offer.

"Force? No way! You still have the option to be reported to the police and possibly spend several weeks, if not months in jail for misconduct... I've got my connections. So what do you say, three nights working in a high prestige club with the possibility of earning some extra, or spending months in jail with a permanent criminal record?" The skunk asked impatiently, giving Nisha a paper that she needed to sign if she wanted to accept the offer.

The cat girl took a deep breath, rolled her eyes again and signed the paper, not wanting to deal with the police and the possibility of going to jail. After all, she's always been a bit slutty, and her time would be reduced anyway once they went after her friends and made them pay.

"Well, welcome to the family then!" Stink said to Nisha with a wide grin on his face as she signed the paper. "May I show you around, then?"

"Argh, sure. But just to clarify, I'm not a good submissive, okay?" She replied as she followed the manager, the bouncers closely accompanying her to prevent any potential escape attempts.

"This is gonna be your suit." The skunk pulled out a brand new looking shiny skunk suit from one of the boxes in the storage unit. "You'll have to wear it all the time, even when you're not on shift. The only time you'll be able to take it off will be during cleaning, which is twice a day, for half an hour."

"A-all the time? That's absolutely nasty, this thing is going to be filthy!" Nisha protested as she thought about the amount of hours she will have to spend in it.

"We do this to enforce the skunk slave mentality in our employees. This is more than just roleplay, we make sure to be as realistic as possible with giving our visitors the best slave experience that they can get." The manager insisted, making Nisha hardly accept that she was not going to negotiate. "Why don't you try it on now?" He handed her the suit.

"I... would rather not." The cat tried to hand it back, but the skunk didn't take it back. "Ugh, fine. After all, it's only gonna be three painful days! Yay for me..." She started putting the suit on, struggling to get her arms and legs into the skintight latex suit, evening out each wrinkle on its surface. "Voila, can I take it off now?" She asked irritatedly.

"Sure you can, after your three days have passed! Guys, start the timer now." Stink replied. "And besides, you're not even fully dressed yet!"

He walked behind Nisha and tightened the zipper on the back of her suit, then put a skunk mask on her. It felt like a repurposed gas mask, padded with thick rubber to the shape of a skunk's head. The glass where she was looking through had a green tint to obscure her eyes for people looking from the outside, and had two thick tubes dangling from each side. There was also a one way valve screwed onto the mask just in front of her mouth, granting access to cocks coming from the outside, but keeping air from escaping.

Nisha suddenly felt something heavy weighing on her back, and saw a large gas tank being strapped to her suit as she looked behind. "What the hell is that for?" She asked, having seen it on the slaves but never understanding what the purpose was.

"These tanks are filled with a mixture of air..." The manager explained as he connected the tubes to the tank, opening them up to let the gas stream into the mask. "and a highly concentrated skunk stink! Straight from the source, hehe" He smiled sadistically as he immediately saw the disgust on NIsha.

"G-gosh this thing stinks! Can't I just serve the customers without it? I can suck cock just fine without having a hole burned into my lungs..." She coughed as she adjusted to breathing the warm, thick gas.

"Patience, we are nearly done with the transformation!" Stink said reassuringly, just before Nisha felt a little bit of a poke on her leg. As if some kind of snake had started crawling inside her suit, she felt it getting tighter wherever it went.

She looked down and saw bumps forming under her suit and spreading all over her, creating a perfect seal and locking her in her suit. It also spread to her crotch, and where her cock was freely dangling just a while ago, was now a large bump of rubber encapsulating it and preventing any stimulation.

"W-what the hell just happened?" Nisha panicked a bit from the feeling, much tighter and hotter than how she felt before. Moving around became much more tedious and tiring, not to mention that even the smallest movement of her body resulted in the suit giving out a loud, rubbery creak.

"Don't worry about the sealing latex, it's just there to make sure there is absolutely no way to take off the suit without my permission! Might be a bit bulkier sure, but I enjoy looking at it~" He explained.

"And now my hands are restrained as well? How am I gonna like, grab stuff with these? Isn't that a pretty important thing in this profession?" Nisha tried to paw at her bulge with her hands that were not locked in latex mitts with paw beans painted on their palms. No answer came to her answers, as the manager only laughed at her concern. "I don't like this one bit..." She protested.

"And I like being paid by my customers! Come on now, the night is still young and there's still time to serve a couple of people." Stink said with a bit of frustration. "Here are the rules: First of all, you always have to walk on all fours. Second, You must never speak, except when giving orders. Third, you must always be obedient to the staff, and always fulfill the customer's wishes, as long as they comply with the club's rules. Understood?"

"Gosh, yes I understand it..." Nisha rolled her eyes, still getting adjusted to the rotten egg smell she constantly had to sniff with each breath. This must not have been good for her health... She didn't know what was in it, it could have been just regular, natural farts or some kind of mix of chemicals that destroyed the slaves' brains bit by bit to make them into the perfect dumb, obedient rubber drones that they were.

"Great, now let that be the last time you talked under my watch. Go ahead and be a good girl now, and remember: Never leave a cock hard!" Stink pushed her out of the staff room and closed the door, leaving the new slave all alone in the crowds of partying people she was a part of just a few minutes ago. She looked around for a bit shyly, having no idea what to do, but was soon approached by one of the staff members.

"What's your number, do you have any tables to serve?" He asked curiously, not noticing any serial number on Nisha. She hesitated with the answer a little bit, not knowing if she was allowed to talk, but finally opened her mouth.

"I... I'm new here. I don't have a number and I don't have a table." She said quietly. Nothing seemed to happen, her suit didn't punch her in the balls at least and the employee seemed to be unphased. It all felt like she had just snuck in and was trying to fit in with the others, when in reality she was held there mostly against her will, trying to avoid getting punished for breaking one of the many pointless and dumb rules the place had.

"Huh, I didn't know we had a new slave. Well how about we make you number 99 for now, as a placeholder until you get your real number. A new group of customers has just arrived at table 2, go ahead and greet them." He seemed to be quite busy and walked right away after finishing his monologue, not leaving time for Nisha to explain that she was not going to be a permanent employee.