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*Sigh!* Well where to begin?...I've never done anything like this before. I wanted to be an actress, or a model. He said I could be great here, and I believed him. What a fool I was.

I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Caity, and I'm a squirrel. Ricky said the cutest squirrel hes ever seen, but hes a human, what does he know from squirrels? I'm about 5'5" tall and no clue how much I weigh. I have a pretty fit body though, a nice full C-cup on my chest, and a full coat of light brown fur. The fact I was pretty and wanted to show it off attracted Ricky like a hawk, but was a little dignity too much to ask?

Ricky was so handsome when I met him, a tall, suave, statuesque man of about 26, sleek brown hair and a chest I could sleep on in any position. He came to me with a promise. "Hon, I don't know what you got, but you got a lot of it. Stick with me and you'll be a star!" How many girls have fallen for that before? But, I was young, and I thought I was in love. What a fool I was.

The first few weeks were great. I had an audition every two days or so, Ricky was an amazing agent. I had never been called back so many times. They all seemed to love me, but after a while, no one even called me in to audition. I couldn't understand it, no one wanted me anymore, no one who called me back wanted me either...Ricky only got me so far, I guessed I just didn't have the right stuff to go all the way.

About 3 months into my quest to find a good job, Ricky came home distraught with another rejection. They always seemed to wait until he goes in for a final agreement to reject me. He flopped onto the motel bed and threw his hat to the floor. He was balding. In fact, Ricky had been losing form for a while. He seemed shorter, he was flabby and rough and hadn't shaved in weeks. Not the man I fell in love with. "One more shot," he says. "One more gig on the list...and well have to call it quits." I told him id do anything...anything to make it big. What a fool I was.

"I got a friend who owns a bar down town. He owes me a favor and I said I got a dancer; Cabaret like ya know?" He says to me. I got excited. I learned a great song for my audition. I dug out an old songbook, threw aside the Leiber, stashed the Stohler and dug through some Sondheim. Finally I picked out my favorite show number, "Every thing's coming up roses." from Gypsy... I figure a show stopper would get me in no problem; I mean, I had a voice to match my body, but how was I supposed to know no one gave a damn about talent anymore?

I arrived the next day in a dinghy little bar on the edge of town. The walls were covered in mold and what I prayed was just red paint from an old paint job and leftover glue from wallpaper. I knew it wasn't, but I prayed. There was no stage, just a chair and a greasy pole in a raised part of the floor with one corner higher than the other. It was in the front of the standing room area covered in broken glass and lit by the one shaky stage light in the building. along one wall was the bar and along the other were little booths, looking like bathroom stalls. I wouldn't have been surprised if they were.

I stepped down a bit, clutching my tail wrapped around my waist, hiding myself. As proud of my body as I was, I still didn't like the way all these people looked at me. A hungry looking wolf across the table gave me a dirty wink, an eerie cheetah with two worn and cankerous looking foxes in his arms, licking his lips at me as if I was next, and across the bar was a grey house cat with darkened stripes, wasting away in his drink, he looked harmless, but gazed at me almost shocked, surprised. It told me I didn't belong here, and thinking back on it, I don't think he belonged there either. It made me relax a bit, but only until I pawed down the steps and saw Ricky chatting with one of the owners, a fat and happy Doberman with a big embroidered "J" on the back of his jean jacket. It wasn't the Doberman that made me sick, it was Ricky. His bald spot was gone, his gut was gone, his teeth were shiny and he had shaved. I didn't know what to think, I hadn't seen him since the night before. He had told me to leave before him so he could make a few calls while I got lunch. Ricky was his old self right before my eyes, the revelation of the first of many lies he told me. What I fool I was.

I wonder how many girls ended up here because of Ricky. They all seemed to know him. It was a sham from the very moment he saw me. I knew this from the instant I saw that fat wad of cash land right in his hand from the Doberman's paw. A gritty looking bat came up behind me, she had green hair, a couple of facial piercings and crows feet that looked like she hadn't slept in years. She filled me in. "Ricky and Josh got a thing ya see, he comes here once every few months with fresh talent, and Josh throws him a couple thousand bucks. Not to mention the sex. HEH! I was the first one who fell for it, I just wanted to act my way through medical school. no use for that now."

I was heartbroken. The man who I had loved had sold me for a couple thousand dollars and a quick lay. The hair was a toupee, the teeth were fake, the tan was a spray on, the gut was girdled, and all those "final interviews" he went to were him going in to tell them I wasn't interested. That was why I never got a job. Everything about Ricky was a lie. I never knew such pain as coming to realize my dream was the sick pleasure of a gross human. I stomped right up to him and slugged him right in the gut. Sadly, the girdle prevented it from really hurting him and be backhanded me into a booth. I was crying. He laughed at me. He said I lived here now, in the dorms upstairs. I was surprised there was even an upstairs. Where could I go? He had convinced me to leave my family behind, my home, my job, my friends. I was alone now. It was this or the street and I knew it. And he knew I knew it. Oh what a fool I was.

So I danced. I danced, and showed my body to the vilest creatures ever to cross my vision. I was the new girl, so I was still too expensive for any of them to afford anything violating. I spent every cent I could muster in tips just keeping myself clean and groomed. I figured the longer I was gold ring material, the longer I could go without having to do the unthinkable. I cried myself to sleep every night, begging for a way out. The other girls helped in whatever ways they could, they knew my pain and felt sorry for me. They kept as much attention form me as possible, shared food so I wouldn't get too scrawny from not having enough money. They taught me a few tricks on how to survive this hellhole, and I never once forgot to thank them. They were my saviors, the first ones, anyway.

I was out doing my regular 5pm dance. I always opted for early dances because I only had to do so many a day, and the scum never came en-masse till much later. I was hiding my tears, turning my head and in walks the same grey cat as the first day I was at this dump. I hadn't seen him since, behind him came a taller figure, I couldn't make out. He was black furred and wore dark clothes, but was right behind the grey cat, so I assumed he was with him. It was a nice thought to keep my mind off of what I was doing and I felt the week could go a little smoother. What a fool I was.

A few days later, marking my second month dancing for this horrid place, I was woken up after my last dance, having fallen asleep early. My tears were still fresh. It was James, the other owner of the bar. He was much thinner than josh, but a lot scarier. He took me strongly by the arm and drug me out of bed. " You gots you a customer missy!" he barked, I swallowed my tongue. Someone actually worked up my price. I was still so expensive thanks to the girls and my tips. I guessed someone had been saving for all this time and I was shivering. I stumbled down the little hallway to the one private room. My heart was pounding. I was finally about to have to do the one thing I almost starved to prevent and I opened the door.

I almost collapsed, feeling my stomach drop. Sitting in the two shaky chairs around the bed where the two felines from before. The grey cat sitting with a small smile on his face, leaning back comfortably in a tight fitting t-shirt on his already slender chest and a brown belt with several pouches on it holding up a rather loose pair of torn bluejeans. His paws were behind his head and his tail was swishing behind him. Across from him was a black panther, wearing a similar shirt of a different design, but with rather bizarre pants, sitting much more professionally. His hair was black with indigo tips, pulled back into a ponytail. His smile was kind and hopeful. I didn't know what to expect, but my body seemed to stop shaking.

Beside the grey cat was everything I had saved up this week as well as my old clothes I had left at the motel with Ricky and my regular clothes from here. I looked up completely confused, my jaw hanging open and stammering slightly in my night shirt, flowing just passed my knees. I pointed with a questioning look on my face, but couldn't form any words, so the grey cat formed them for me. "He he, I'll bet your wondering what your doing back here. Well your coming with us now."

"Thats right," the other one said, standing up and closing the suitcase my things were in. "My brother told me about you. We wanted to help." He told me everything. The grey cat had heard the bat, May, tell me about Ricky. He went and told his brother and now they were both here buying my contract. This made me nervous again. It felt just like the last time, a pretty face luring me into a promising future only to bring me into a stripping shit hole. Still, I was curious as to how much worse things could get than this. So I didn't protest. "My boss can not wait to meet you Caity." He spoke so smoothly, not rough like the Doberman brothers. The grey cat just kept smiling at me. It began to scare me. What could they have in store for me.

I said goodbye to all my friends, leaving everything I had scraped aside for them, figuring that if I couldn't make better where I was going, that I was just going to make a run for it. I gave each girl a long goodbye hug, flipped off Josh and James, and walked out with the two felines. They led me to a nice black car with a front license plate that simply said "FP." I nervously got in and instantly found myself facing a very well endowed third feline. She was beautiful. Her hair was long and her outfit was very sensual, yet dignified. She had a very excited smile on her face when she saw me and as soon as the boys got into the car and sat down beside her, we were off. "Glad you could join us honey, My name is Kit and it looks like I have a little work to do with you." she purred out. What fresh hell have I stepped into?

We pulled up into a beautiful neon building in Proteus town and I was led into the building. I was so amazed, I couldn't help but let it out at anything I saw. The ceilings were high and gorgeously adorned with lights and neon, there was a lounge, a real bar, a beautiful stage, real poles, shining in the lights of the dance floor which lit up in every color id ever seen. It was clean, fresh, and I couldn't stop pointing this out to the grey cat. I held onto his shoulder while he walked me through the place. I got the feeling this was his first time here too. I held onto him for dear life, fearing that if I let go, I might wake up in my stingy old bed back at the old bar. Everyone here was so nice. They all smiled at me and waved, the women were all beautiful, the men were all handsome, and no one looked scared. Miss Kit, who everyone spoke to in familiarity, not fear, led us up the grate to the upper lounge, where sat a slew of happy characters, a white husky with hair in his eyes, a cute pony holding an even cuter little black cat in his arms. I couldn't stop smiling, still clutching the grey cat's arm.

"When my brother told me there was a talented dancer rotting away in a dump like that, I couldn't help but tell kit" The older one explained, walking right by me and the grey cat, and stepping up onto the little stage over into the arms of a female Doberman, hugging her lightly and sitting on the couch. "And of course, when kit hears about talent, she wants it." Everyone around him chuckled, and I jut blushed. I managed to squeak out a thank you to him and he shook his head.

"It's this one you need to thank." Kit said and pointed to the grey cat. "He bought your contract, I just sniped it for half the price." I looked up and he was blushing worse than I was. I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, definitely making my thank you more audible. He just fired up redder than before and the older one laughed again.

"Welcome to Fur-Pleasure," they said. I smiled, having found a new home and wrapped myself into the arms of my savior, having found a wonderful new friend. I don't know how I got into this business. I wanted to be an actress, or a model. I never wanted anything like this.....*Hee hee* What a fool I was.