Save the Last Dance for Me
Save the Last Dance for Me
Attention! This is a fur service announcement. If any of you readers are disgusted with strippers, lap dances, or yiffing (seriously, who?) or are too young, then this is not for you. I will also inform you that the club, club owner, and strippers are the brainchild of DameonDrake. I would suggest that you read his series, it's that good.
This is the updated version with some added detail to the sex scene. Thanks for pointing that out, Punkfish and Smiling Wolf, I like how the sex scene turned out, now.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."
"C'mon, you'll enjoy it a lot more than you think."
Two figures stood outside the entrance to the club. One was a teenage Siberian husky while the other was a slightly older Doberman. The husky looked quite nervous, but the Doberman seemed to be getting excited, hinted by the bulge forming in the crotch of his jeans. Standing before the two contrasting canines was the "Forbidden Fruit", the most expensive strip club in the city, and for a good reason. Inside were the most dazzling dancers in the state. Not wanting to waste any more of the nightlight in a lack such, the larger dog grabbed his companion's white wrist and tried to pull him towards the doors, only to be met with resistance.
"I can't go in, Chaz," the husky argued, not budging from his place, which but aided by his strong build and resolute mind.
The Doberman urged him, "Why the hell not, Buck? Why, tell me."
"First off," the ivory dog started, "it's not me. I shouldn't have allowed you to get me this far. Second is, I'm two years from being legal."
"Relax," his eager friend assured him, "I've been sneaking in hear since I was fifteen. Now, I'm close friends with the owner. I can convince him to let you in."
Regardless of the unenthusiastic smile on his muzzle, he allowed his perverted friend drag him into the strip joint. As they past through the first set of doors, Buck was easily aware of the flashing strobe lights and booming bass through the bead-covered doorway ahead of them. Traversing the entrance, they were stopped by a fur standing at a podium, eyeing the two suspiciously. "Name?" he inquired.
"Chaz," answered the Doberman.
"I know you. What about him?" the bouncer pointed at the minor.
With a smug expression, the older of the two responded, "Friend of Chaz."
"Right," the bouncer denied, sarcastically, before observing, "He looks a little young. I'm gonna have to see some ID."
From behind the stuck-up fur boomed a welcoming voice, "Are you kidding? You know Chaz, here, is finally old enough to get in." Approaching the trio was an ebony jackal, sporting a huge grin on his face as he shook hands with his favorite customer. "What have you been up to, sport?"
Returning the shake with fervor, the Doberman explained, "I thought I'd show this place to my good friend here, Buck."
Looking over the husky, the owner admitted, "You know, he's right. He doesn't seem old enough..."
"David, David..." Chaz threw his arm over the jackal's shoulders and walked him a few feet away, whispering something into the other's ear. The teenage canine couldn't hear what his friend was saying, but did manage to hear the black fur mutter, 'You're joking...' then shake his head in wonder.
As both headed back, David declared, "It's alright, Doug, let them through."
Doug stubbornly stepped to the side, allowing access to the two dogs. While passing by him, Chaz coughed under his breath, "Prick." The bouncer glared back, unable to do anything else. Inside was more than the under-aged hound could have imagined. Techno music thudded in his ears as horny furs gathered around the side stages, tossing large bills to the grey wolfess and frilled lizard that occupied them. The crowd was different from what he was expecting, business furs and lawyers; he even recognized one of them from a TV commercial.
Being led to the stage with the lizard, Buck was informed by his friend, "I gotta go talk about some business, alright? Oh, and don't slick up the stage with too much of your spooge, Andrea hates slipping around up there." Then being left, mortified, he had nothing to do but gawk at the slender body of the very agile lizard, who, little by little, was freed from more and more of her clothing. As the last garment was shed, she climbed up the pole and wrapped her legs around it. Holding herself in place with the metal beam, she arched her back to face the crowd upside and snaked her long tongue out to lick at her nipples, much to the mass encouragement.
Hypnotized by the spectacle, he jumped in surprise at the firm hold on his shoulder. The jackal pulled him close and began to discuss with him, "You seem to be enjoying the show." Confirmed with a nod, he continued, "Well, why don't you contribute to support that enjoyment, like the other customers are," with a stern gaze. Realizing what the club owner meant, he pulled out his wallet full of twenties that he was advised to bring along earlier. Making his way through the rambunctious mob, he took two of the bills he had and placed it daintily on the stage floor, gazing upward at her for a reaction. Grinning back at him, she leaned forward and blew a kiss at the heavily flushed husky. Heading back to David, now accompanied by Chaz, he noticed the other dancer, on all fours with her back arched and tail hiked high over her raised rump, sliding her pussy up and down the post.
Staring in amazement, he asked the two, "Is it always like this?"
Smirking back, the Doberman replied, "You'll get used to it." Before the under-aged canine could argue, he was led by both dogs to the center stage. "We got you the VIP seat. You're really going to like this."
The two girls soon finished up their dance and strutted to the center stage, displaying the curtain entrance in a way only a supermodel could match. The music died down and the lights dimmed further. David, at the bar with a microphone in paw, started to announce, "Alright gentlefurs, the time has come-" the anxious furs dispersed from the other stages to gather around the larger one, "-the moment you've all been waiting for-" trance music played in the background and stage lights focused on the curtain between the two girls, "-please give it up for the one, the only... Champagne!"
On cue, the curtains parted and out stepped the most lustrous vixen Buck had ever seen. Strutting to the middle of the stage, she called out to the audience in a sweet, but strong voice, "How are you all doing, boys?" Hoots and cheers answered her call as she looked over every one of them, focusing on the young husky for a little longer than he felt comfortable with. As the music beat louder, the vixen began to sway her hips to the groove. She swung around the pole, dancing to the music. Piece by piece, her clothing was stripped and tossed as souvenirs to the club patrons as she stepped from table to table, kissing a lucky few on the forehead. When she returned to the stage, she danced to the pole, sliding her paws up and down it as she would an erect cock. Grabbing a hold of it, she climbed gracefully up its length. Buck watched in fascination as she inverted herself and slid fluidly down, humping against the metal as she did so. He could no longer ignore the raging hard-on between his legs. If she kept up this pace, he would soon have quite an unsightly stain in his boxers. After a few more provocative maneuvers, the lusty vixen returned to the front of the stage, facing her backside to them, only her string thong and stilettos remained on her faultless body. Looking over her shoulder, she eyed the hypnotized canine with a look of lust. Hooking her thumbs in the thong, she bent over; tail raised high, and slid the last covering off. Then, hopping to the table, she swung the garment over the dumbstruck husky's head and pulled him into a deep kiss. Words of envy and jealousy reached deaf ears as her nimble tongue forced its way into his maw, tasting over every crevice. As soon as she knew that she had him where she wanted him, returning the kiss in earnest, she pulled away, leaving the thong draped around his neck. She stepped back up onto the stage, dragging the tip of her tail enticingly under his chin.
Standing on the stage, striking an erotic pose, she waited for her manager to continue. Holding the microphone back up to his muzzle, he announced to all the furs, "I believe it is now time for our darling Champagne to choose one blessed guy out there for a private lap dance. All you guys out there must close your eyes and await her choice; if you look, you're disqualified." All the furs went blind to their own will as the vixen stepped to the floor, pacing about the hopeful perverts. Buck also kept himself in a blacked-out world, just to play along. However, his heartbeat would quicken as the pawsteps came closer, and slow down as they grew faint.
From behind him, he heard Champagne coo, "Sorry, you're out."
The disqualified fur explained, desperate, "What! I didn't open my eyes, I just sneezed. I didn't mean to..."
The vixen just returned, "Too bad, I was even considering you." A loud curse of despair came from the disqualified contestant as the teasing stripper resumed her quest. Immediately, the steps drew closer to the under-aged hound, closer and closer still. When he felt as if she couldn't get any closer, she stopped, and nothing. Maybe she chose someone else. Maybe she wasn't as close to him as he suspected. Relief and disappointment began to flow through him. Maybe she just... His train of thought was stopped dead by a kiss planted on the top of his head, followed by a soft, "I choose you." Everyone opened their eyes to see Champagne standing over the teenage husky.
Groans of resentment echoed throughout the club were interrupted by the David, back on the microphone, proclaimed, "Looks like she chose one lucky little dog, there. Have fun playing fetch! For the rest of you, please enjoy a duet dance with Andrea and Victoria." The crowd's attention quickly returned to the lizard and wolfess stripping each other and making out as Champagne dragged Buck into a side room, leaving a slight trail of her own juices in her wake. She threw the fortunate dog into a plush chair, closing the door behind her.
As she approached him, her nude form looming over him, the husky began to stammer, "Look, I really shouldn't be... I'm not allowed to... I've never-" he was hushed by a delicate finger pressed to lip.
Her tail flicked up his arm as she moved behind the chair. Buck couldn't help but long for her tight ass as it passed out of view. Softly massaging his shoulders, she whispered in his ear, "I know about your age. I know about your morals. And I know about your... inexperience." The canine hung his head in shame at her last statement. It was humiliating to have this vixen stripper goddess know that he was a virgin. Leaning her chest forward, she pressed her firm breasts into his back and arched her back to drag her nipples up over his shoulders, stimulating her own body as well as his. "You love this, don't you," she sighed as she got on all fours and crawled to his front, spreading his knees and sliding her torso up between his thighs, "You love how I touch you." She twisted around to sit in his lap, curling her tail around the back of his neck to pull him in close as she snuggled her back into his chest. He remained rigid, every muscle tense as she moaned, "You can hide it in your voice, but not in your pants," at this, she reached down behind her and grasped a pawful of his aching sheath through the cloth. Standing up, she turned around and positioned herself directly over his sitting form, her legs opened directly over his covered malehood.
Unable to tear his eyes away from the glistening sex just a few inches in front of his nose, he did not notice when she subtly unfastened his zipper and revealed his sheath and exposed cock. Taking a hold of his shoulders, she breathed to him, "All you have to do is say it." Still in a deep trance, he mumbled out his response. "What was that?" she questioned, cocking her ear in his direction.
He repeated himself a little louder, "I- I want it." He looked up at her with hopeful eyes.
Anticipation invaded her voice as she declared, "What do you want!"
"TO FUCK YOU!" he yelled, clutching her thighs and slamming her down onto him. Both howled out as virgin flesh buried into the tight passage. His tapered cock twitched with need inside her excited cunt. Champagne raised herself up before allowing the husky to pull her back down, repeating so over and over. She relished in this new experience, she never took a guy's virginity before. Although being his first time, he went at it with great enthusiasm, hammering away into her descending body. Eventually, she didn't even give him chance keep up and threw herself onto his shaft, needing it deeper into her depths, needing it faster. His chest was heaving in exertion as he began raising his hips higher off the chair into her needing cunt, raising her completely off the ground.
Having never been used before, Buck's cock was tingling from the sensation of being swallowed up into the tight orifice, groaning loudly as he succumbed to the unbelievable pleasure. Both were panting and sweating as they pushed deeper, grinded harder. As the sexual bliss rose for the vixen, she became more forceful in her actions, jumping up completely until gravity brought her back down. She moaned loudly every time her lips swallowed the meat. With the canine knot growing, she ground her hips against his, grinding her lips and clit onto the sensitive mass of flesh. He was close, so very close. His mind began to whirl with pleasure and his pumping became more spasmodic. Her euphoric wails rang in his ears as she rode him wild, within reach of her own peak. He couldn't take anymore, grunting, "God, I think I- I'm gonna..." Reaching underneath her arms, he grabbed her shoulders and stood, thrusting up. This, coupled with Champagne's vigorous downward grinding, forced his entire shaft into her sopping cunt, along with the knot.
Such greater outward pressure on her already stretched and oversensitive pussy bathed the vixen in ecstasy. "Yes! Oh God, YYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!" she cried out as her orgasm jolted through her entire being, her inner muscles clenching excruciatingly tightly around his meat, denying any chance of withdraw. Not that he wanted to. He stood there, paralyzed in pleasure and holding her writhing body close to his, adding short little thrusts with his hips. Feeling his fluids rushing through his cock, he clamped down on her shoulder, holding her in place as he dug as deeply into her as he could. Reaching his climax, he howled into the night as his buried cock seized, jetting his semen deep into her. Feeling his seed shooting into her, she clamped her arms and legs around his body, shaking with delight while another smaller orgasm reverberated through her, from the inside out.
As the orgasmic rush faded, the two collapsed, exhausted, onto the chair. Champagne cuddled close to his chest, basking in the afterglow, as Buck scritched behind her ear. Both lay there, content with how the night's events played out. Once gaining enough strength, they both stood up and made their way to the main area, not caring for their absence of cloths. They were surprised to find only David, absentmindedly cleaning out a mug. He looked up at the sound of the opening door, smiling warmly at the two, "Well it's about time."
"How long have we been in there?" the stripper questioned.
"Hours," the jackal answered, "the club's been closed for some time, now."
She nudged the husky in the side, "Not bad for your first time." His only response was to look away, smiling sheepishly. "Wait a second." She said, looking about, "Chaz didn't leave the poor kid here, did he?"
"Nah," the owner assured her, "he's in the other room with Andrea and Victoria." As if on cue, a couple of yelps and a loud groan escaped past the closed door. A few moments later, the Doberman walked out, an arm around each girl and all three just as nude as the first two. Seeing his friend stand bare beside the star dancer and still looking somewhat dazed, Chaz raced over and congratulated his young friend fully.
Once they had all located their cloths, the husky and Doberman waved their goodbyes. "Be back soon," Buck called to the three, leaving Chaz to grin at him, knowingly.
I hope you enjoyed my story. Remember, The Forbidden Fruit, Champagne, David, Andrea, and Victoria are not mine. They are DameonDrake's, used by his permission. Everything else is mine, so use them freely, but respectfully. That's all I ask.