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The tecno club, The Ball and Chain was built in an old warehouse down by the boardwalk. It was two stories up and two down and horrizontally, about the size of a football field. The first floor was the main part of the club. There was a bar running the whole length of the room, the bar top beeing about three feet wide. Every two yards there was a vertacle pole from witch hung a dancer almost constantly. There were a few tables were you first came in, that were always filled. There were stands every five yards that had a large cadge on them and these too, were almost always full. In the very back was a large stage whose cat walk became the bar and on this stage there were all sorts of performances done. The room was filled with the smell of bodies, an odor that was so full of musk and feramones that you couldn't walk into the building without getting horny almost instantly, Above the entrance and starting by the bar was a set of metal steps that led up to a matenance walk. The stairs and the walk that went all the way around the room and crossed it several times almost always had several furres making out or yiffing, both gay and strait.

On the left of the stage, opposite side from the bar, was a stare well that led to a dungeon full of all sorts of torture, bondage, and fettish gear. There was also several bins filled with various toys that guests could use. This area usually had a good number of people using it.

The owner of the Club Ball and Chain was a pure white wolf female in her mid to early twenties. She was slender and well built and usually worked behind the bar, though at times she did step into the cadges.

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Rico slipped quietly through the shaddows, his tail hissing as it dragged behind him and his claws clicking on the pavement of the ally. He paused at the entrance to the ally, looking around, the sound of his heavy breath the only noise he heared. The smell of the ocean wafting up from the beach near by the only smell. The gentle, seductive odor of gardenias left far behind. With a sigh, the handsom iguana stepped out onto the virtually diserted street and headed down toward the bordwalk. She wouldn't think to look there this time of night, so he would be safer there. He might even find something interesting to do.

The bord walk went along the part of the beach that was against the city, the broad sandy expanse too long to bother covering compleatly. The walk was lined with shops and clubs and diners of all sorts. But it was one club that interested Rico tonight. The Club Ball and Chain that had opened here a few months ago was already the most popular in the city. With nothing better to do, the young male wandered in the general direction of the loud thumping music and flashing strobe lights that poured out the open door from the club.

As he drew near, he could smell the sex and bodies that filled the air in the club and it caused a stiring in his loins, but he ignored it. He entered the club, smiling to the bouncer as he passed and handing him the money to get in. Pushing his way over to the bar, he found him self having to pry himself from the grips of several horny furrs, both male and female, before he reached the bar. Sitting down, he sighed lightly, covering his face with his paws.

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From the moment he entered the bar, Tasha could tell he was the one she wanted. He was a handsom male iguana of about six feet in hight, a row of soft fleshy spines running from the top of his head to the tip of his tail, each tipped with red. The first two on his head flopped forward like bangs infront of obsidian eyes that lay beneath a bony ridge. His scales were a deep, leafy emrald green exept on his stomach were glossy horrizontal scoots shown ivory. He was well built and all muscle, dressed in baggy cargo pants and a button up rayon shirt that hung open, revealing his well toned chest and abdomen.

"Hey Tasha." Said Sonjia, a slender red squirel and one of the bar tenders. "You see him too?" Tasha just nodded. "Should I get your medicin ready?" again, Tasha nodded. "Think he'll join" Tasha grinned. "We can only hope." was all she said before rising.

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"Hey handsom. Can I get you something?" Rico looked up from his brooding at the voice above him. The pure white wolf tender, dressed in a crimson top and scanty skirt smiled down at him. "Uh, sure. How bout a Coke on ice." He said, hardly paying attention. He looked over his head, shivering. He knew he would smell her gardinia perfume before she saw him and that would give him a chance to get away, but he was still nervous. A few moments later, the wolf returned. "Here ya are hun. Something wrong?" she asked. Looking up, Rico saw she was leaning down and his view was right down her shirt. He blushed and sipped at his drink, trying to ignore his growing arousal from the press of bodies, the sight of this lovely wolf, and the smell of sex that was heavy in the room. "Yeah... trying to avoid my ex." He smiled up at her. "Don't think she will find me here though. The white wolfess giggled lightly. "No, I doubt she would. Can I get you something else?" she leaned down a little more, her legs parted pushing her skirt up a little to reveil her pantieless to him alone. "Um.... ah.... well... ah..." his blush turned his cheeks pink Another giggle. "Oh I know what you want." she says softly, wagging her tail behind her. "And I'm willing to give it to you..." "Were?" he asks quickly, then blushes more at cutting her off. She smiles and jumps over the bar, waving to a red squirel further down. "Finnish your drink and follow me."

Rico tossed back the last swallow of his drink, thinking it taisted a bit sour, but ignoring it, and following the white wolf across the room at an angle. The crowed seemed to part for her, but that might have been his immagination as he watched her ass sway as she walked, perfectly round and peeking out from under her skirt. She moved swiftly through the press, dragging him behind her, and as they went, he could feel a slight discomfort and looked down to see a tent in his pants. She lead him down a stare well next to the stage and into a large room filled with all sorts of bondage and fettish equipment. His eyes went wide and she smiled over her shoulder at him. "By the way, My name is Tasha." He smiled back and stammered. "R-rico... Um... wh... where are we going?" She grinned and continued moving. "To my room. This dungeon is only half of the space down here. The rest is my room." she answered. "Your room?" She nodded. "Yup. I'm the owner of this place, there for I get my own private room and office." she grinned.

Rico was so stunned at how cleverly the woman had seduced him he didn't notice anything around him until he was pushed back onto a soft bed covered in black silk sheets. Looking down, he saw her already working to undo his pants and he quickly moved to help her, pushing them down, boxers and all. His softly scaled shaft stood at almost full attention and Tasha seemed quite impressed. She stratled his waist, leaning over him, and pulled something from under the pillows. He thought nothing of it and started to nip and lick at her nippled through her shirt until he felt the cuffs lock around his wrists. Looking up he saw that it was so. She had looped the cuffs around the bar on the head bord and locked them on his wrists. She now turned around and did the same thing to his feet, meen while giving him a full view of her glistening sex and tight pink pucker. With him secured, she turne around again and pulled her shirt off, tossing it aside and pulled her skirt off. Leaning down she licked at his scaled shaft, eliciting a gentle moan from her bound lizzard.

She crawled over him and lay down, her perfect, soft brests pressing against his chest and her hot sex drooling fem cum on his shaft. "So... think you might like staying here?" Rico moaned softly and she giggled. "I only sleep with my employees you know." she said softly, her voice becoming more and more suggestive by the minute. He moaned again.

With a light chuckle she sat up on his abdomen, rubbing her brests wontonly. "I know you would fit right in here." she said, her tail moving back and forth, brushing against his hardened shaft. A soft wimper escaped his lips and he bucked his hips. She giggled. "I take that as a yes."

Slowly, she lifted her self up, leaving a puddle of femcum on his abdomen were she had been sitting and held her self over his shaft. Ever so slowly, she lowered herself down, his erect shaft pushing at her entrance for a moment before being swallowed up by her moist folds. They let out a collective moan, one that eminated from deep within and spoke of intence pleasure. He filled her compleatly, the head of his shaft pressing against her cervix. Slowly, she started to lift her self up before thrusting down again. She repeated this, riding him slowly, rubbing her brests and moaning. Beneath her, Rico moaned and bucked his hips, trying to speed the movement, but failing miserably. After a little while, she started to breath heavyer, moaning loudly and gasping now and again. Rico's cock pulsed thickly within her and her juices trickled down on the up to coat both their thighs in hot, sticky femcum.

All at once, Tasha let out a loud howel, her inner walls tightening spasmaticly around his shaft and gripping it in its vice like grip. This little stimulation set off Rico, who was already on the edge, and he gushed his seed into her, every vein ridge on his cock becoming more prominent and the force at wich he emptied himself into her setting her off a second time. The overwhelming pleasure exausted them both shortly. It seemed like an eternity had passed before their orgasms deminished. Every little movement either of them made set of a string of aftershocks in their oversensitive loins. With a sigh, Tasha collapsed on top of him, his shaft still held within her by the vice like girp her twat had on his cock.

After a few moments, Rico smiled. "I am yours to command, mistress." Tasha smiled. "Good boy." she answered. With that, Rico drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warm afterglow of their passion.

To Be Continued...

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I would just like to make you all aware that this is my first ever yiffy story to be put on the web and all feedback is appreciated [as long as it isn't flaming]. Any constructive criticisme will be well recieved [key word being constructive]