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The thudding beat of techno music filled the streets around Club Tailoh, and Sigma grinned as the beat pulsed through his veins. His foot tapped on the concrete as he enjoyed the powerful thudding feeling of the music, and he wasn't along. Many other anthros around him were doing the same thing, their feet tapping or their fingers clicking against each other to the beat of the dance music.

For his part, he was grinning widely, the slightly pointed tips of his fangs showing past his lips as he took little steps forward as the bouncer let person after person in. The slow speed of the line was only serving to fuel his need to get inside, and he couldn't help looking around the rest of the people in line. He still smiled, but he was impatient, too.

Unlike some of the people in line, he wore a long coat, stretching from his neck to just above his ankles. It was tied shut tightly, but there was a reason for that on this ridiculously hot night. It covered him up. Until he got into the club, he wanted to stay covered up.

The line moved again, and he stepped forward a few paces before stopping again. The king cheetah grumbled under his breath, shaking his head as his claws tapped against the concrete. He had left his shoes at home; if he had known that the line was going to take this long, he would have brought them along and left them at the door. Likely they would have been stolen, but at least his feet would have been more comfortable than they were right now.

The beat of the music was getting harder and harder to ignore, and he had to clench his fingers into fists as he walked up a little closer. A little blush crossed his cheeks as he looked at the bouncer. He was a pretty cute guy, a well muscled wolf that wore a vest rather than a shirt, his fur all he needed to keep warm. And those arms, bulging just a little bit with muscle...me-yow, that was good, he thought, his tail twitching lightly behind him.

A group of people left all at once, and the line started moving a little faster. Several ferrets were waved in ahead of him, already pulling out some glowsticks as they passed by the bouncer. But as Sigma tried to step forward as well, the wolf stepped in front of the door again.

"Hey, can't I go in too?" Sigma asked.

"We don't have coat checks inside, you know," the wolf said with a shake of his head. "And there's no way that you can be of age to get in here. You look way too young."

Of age? Sigma chuckled to himself, reaching into one of the pockets of his jacket. He flipped through a couple of papers and picked out his ID card, holding it out to the wolf. The wolf took it, looking at it quite closely, his eyes flicking between the picture and Sigma's face for a few times before handing it back. "Sorry about that. You look really young, that's all," he said.

"No problem," Sigma said with a smile. He leaned in, tracing a little line up the wolf's chest. "And don't worry about my coat. It's just going to be ONE of my clothes that hit the floor," the feline whispered into the wolf's ear, giggling a bit at the blush that quickly covered the canine's face.

He walked by the wolf as the door opened, only pausing for a second to slip a piece of paper into the bouncer's hand. The big guy had been just too cute when he blushed; maybe he'd be a little fun on a night he had off.

As soon as he walked into the club, the music almost bowled him over. The powerful beat vibrated through his bones in a way that made him groan, but his smile got wider at the feeling. There was a certain feeling about being out in a club with the right music. It got right into your arms and legs and heart, and got you ready to move and dance all night long.

Club Tailoh was a big place, mostly taken up with the massive dance floor that covered at least eighty percent of the floor space. Multi-colored lights flooded the area, making people look red, green blue, pink, purple, even black from time to time, the various hues of color changing what everyone looked like every few seconds. It was an amazing look, and he couldn't wait to get out there on the dance floor.

His coat slipped off of his shoulders as he stepped away from the door, falling to the floor behind him as he stepped out into the crowd. The drab brown left behind, his fur - gray for the majority of it and dark gray for some spots - was revealed. It worked well with any of the colors that the lights let out above, and so did his outfit.

He knew that he drew a few eyes as he took off his coat, but he knew that the rest of his outfit would draw even more. He barely wore anything. A fishnet shirt covered his chest, barely enough string to the net to have the pink show off against his chest. He kept his modesty - barely - by a pair of very short boyshorts, hot pink and clinging to his groin and butt. Arm warmers and stockings, with both light and dark pink stripes along them, and a similar thing over his tail, completed his outfit, leaving almost all of him uncovered, but still covering anything important.

A little hole appeared on the dance floor around him, and he grinned as he watched the other clubbers staring at him, some with jaws dropped, some with eyes wide, and others with just a stare that had no meaning to it, just simple shock that any guy with self-respect would come out onto the dance floor dressed like he was.

Sigma just grinned at them all, blowing a kiss at some of the more offended ones to show just how little he cared about what they thought. Truth was, he would never dress like this out on the street - not unless there was a policecar in sight - but in here, where people were much weirder than him, and there were people of every sort, he wasn't going to hide what he was if he didn't have a very good reason to do so.

He made his way, swishing his hips as he moved, towards the center of the dance floor, the other dancers opening a corridor for him to get there. Each person that moved with a smile got a smile back. Those that moved out of shock or distaste? Well, he ignored them.

The music paused as it reached the end of a track just as he reached the middle of the dance floor, and he looked around at the other partiers. They seemed flabbergasted as to what to do with him around, wolves and foxes and ferrets and others looking at him like he was some stranger to their party.

Then the music started blasting again, and Sigma was the first to get into it again. His head started bobbing to the techno beat of the music, and his foot started tapping, the stockings barely muffling anything. The tapping became stepping, and his arms lifted over his head, snapping to the beat a few times as the music built itself, growing louder and louder until his snapping could no longer be heard.

He threw himself into the music, and as he danced, the others around him danced as well. They grinned at him, watching him out of the corner of their eyes, both men and women keeping an eye on him as he danced.

And he gave them plenty to look at. His skimpy clothes hid next to nothing, and he threw his body around enough for certain things to bounce a bit, both in the front and in the back. He felt the stares below his waist, knowing that he was going to have offers later, but right now, he just cared for the music, and for showing off just what he could do on the dance floor.

The feline's eyes drifted out across the dance floor, and he grabbed a girl dancing on her own. A vixen, she looked a little shocked as she was pulled over to him, but she grinned as he danced with her, their hands in the air, their bodies swaying and jerking in the peculiar way that everyone did with techno music. They jumped and almost pranced around each other, a few thrusts of their hips towards each other as the music hit the fast points before breaking apart again, wide grins on each of their faces.

The music shifted,and he gave her a grin and a wave as another guy got her attention. Not wanting to give up the chance for another double dance, the king cheetah reached out again,and he grabbed hold of a passing wolf male. The wolf was more shocked than the vixen had been, and for a moment, Sigma thought that he would be risking getting a fist in his face for grabbing a straight guy who was easily offended instead of someone that might take a dance.

It passed when the wolf grabbed him and spun him around, grinding against him to the music. Grinning, Sigma thrust his ass back against the grinding wolf, bumping and grinding back against him. He felt the wolf's bulge against his ass, and added that face to the people that might be fun to hang with again another time.

Other anthros had gotten the same idea around him, the music turning the dance floor in a massive bump and grind. Oh, there were other moves going on as well, but for the most part, people were bumping, grinding, grabbing, rubbing on each other, taking the excuse they had for a little fun and getting the most out of it that they could.

As the song ended, Sigma grinned and excused himself from the wolf, getting off to the side of the dance floor. He was getting all sweaty and needed a little break. He ducked under some of the other dancing bodies, nobody opening a path for him this time as he walked past them, the shock value of his outfit mostly past.

At least, past on the dance floor. Those that were sticking to the edge of the room, those that were at the bar drinking, were another story. He felt dozens of pairs of eyes on him as he walked out of the mass of dancing mammals, but he put a smile on, showing off his fangs, as he made his way to the bar. A few seats were vacated as he walked over. Rather than be offended, he thanked them for the good seats, and sat down.

The bartender shook his head at him, asking what he wanted. Sigma asked for some soda. At the upraised eyebrow, he just smiled. "Don't want to have beer goggles when I'm looking for a fun someone, do I?" Sigma asked.

"Heh, no you don't," the bartender said. He went to get some soda, and Sigma turned around to look over the club again.

Everyone was either dancing, drinking, or hitting on other people. Little corner booths were filled with anthros that were taking advantage of the darkness for a bit of fun, and some of the well lit booths had similar things going on. Couples and threesomes and more were forming up as people met each other for hookups, and several people walked out of the door as he watched, stumbling either from exhaustion or a little too much too drink. He grinned at them all, having too good a time for the grin to fade.

Despite some people leaving, there was still so much eye candy, so much good stuff for someone like him to take in. Hardly dressed females, males dressed outfits that showed them off at their best; this was why he enjoyed the clubs. The music, the beat, and the view! Such a good view.

But there was still...something missing.

A glass was pushed in his hand, and Sigma turned around, putting down the cash for the drink on the bar. "Thanks," he said, tipping back the cola and swallowing it rapidly. He needed the drink, and the cold soothed the back of his throat, cooling him down and getting him ready for another round of dancing.

The bartender pushed the money back. "Compliments of the tiger at the end of the bar," he said, nodding.

Sigma followed his glance, and licked his lips. The tiger was a good guy, a big feline that was a bit taller than him, and wore almost as little as he did. He wore no shirt, and no vest, and his modesty was preserved - if one could call that bulge preserving it - by a pair of tight leather pants that hugged his ass and his crotch. Mmmmm, that was a good one, Sigma thought as he got up, leaving his drained glass of Cola behind.

He swished his hips, his tail weaving back and forth behind him. The tiger looked up at him as he approached, a grin spreading over the orange muzzle, and he leaned back as Sigma stopped in front of him. "Heh, glad you came over, pussy cat," he said with a playful grin.

"Mmm, such a big guy like you, how could I resist?" the king cheetah said with a grin. "You come here often?"

"Enough," the tiger said. He reached out, grabbing the cheetah by the crotch. "Enough talking. Let's...dance."

Sigma grinned. The music, the beat, the view...and THIS. This was the club fun he wanted.