FSE

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--1

Contessa's nudity in the office belied stark professionalism. Below her feet, the soundproofed floor shook softly with thunderous dance beats while her carefully-chosen dancers kept her high-paying clientele entertained. Hours before she had been doing the same, but it was Sunday night, which was when she chose to take care of back-end tasks like payroll, applications and special appointments. At her laptop she shuffled money from Six Pack's payroll account into that of her employees, and among the dancers was a new name: Princess Trueheart, Contessa's younger sister. Her distance from Princess eliminated nepotism and saw her hired solely on her assets.

Business-minded Contessa was plotting a special routine for herself and her sister. She knew that many of the club's members came for her alone, loving to gaze upon her six pert tits and her slender two-tone body. For the same reasons, the spotted skunk Princess was on her way to becoming a staple at the club, and while Princess was enjoying her meteoric rise, Contessa wanted to put her in a special show, preferably for a special client, but not something extremely specific. Contessa worked by a personal rule that all clients should be reasonably able to enjoy even customized shows.

Although she didn't know what kind of show to put Princess in, Contessa was content in the knowledge that her muse would come. She kept at her work and stopped just once to get herself another cup of coffee, it being her one vice. In the small kitchen of her cozy apartment, she brewed her drink with a sleek black coffee maker and peered out the window over the sink at the cityscape. Seeing the bright lights of skyscrapers made her smile in satisfaction, the vista proving to be validation for all of her hard labor. Her quiet contemplation ended when Princess breezed in from the club by use of a key card issued only to family, trusted friends and the heads of security.

Princess was a beautiful girl, but not in the traditional manner than Contessa was. She featured two sets of breasts, all delectably plump and a hereditary trait given Contessa's three sets. Underneath her purposefully snug t-shirt her breasts looked perfectly round while her nipples and their piercings were put into great relief. The shirt stopped just before her navel solely to show off the ring she had through it. On her lower half she wore denim shorts which stopped at the knees where the legs had clearly been cut and ripped off. Princess didn't care for any kind of pants; they kept her from showing off the rest of her piercings. Shorts were only just tolerable.

"Hey sis," she grinned at Contessa. Princess had a lovely face full of life and mischief with subtle red lips and a barbell through her tongue. Lush blue hair kept just slightly messy and shoulder-length added to her appearance as a fun party girl. "No clothes, huh?" she mused as she swooped in and poured herself some of the fresh coffee. She didn't hesitate to dump creamer and sweetener in it until it was almost completely white.

Contessa rolled her eyes and took what was left of the coffee for herself. As if to set an example for her sister she drank it black against her preferences and leaned casually against the counter. "How are things going in the club?" she asked despite knowing. Being the owner gave her access to every security camera in the building.

After a sip of her muddy coffee, Princess shrugged but her breasts had no slack to jiggle. "Things are fine, I just got done serving tables." In pause, both skunks sipped their coffee. Princess slurped immaturely when she drank.

"I was wondering why you bothered to get dressed, it's not like anybody cares if you walk around naked," Contessa said, smiling dryly.

"Figured it'd be tacky to walk around naked. Guess I'll take an example from you next time," Princess grinned and winked. "So I saw that dude Iggy getting a lap dance from one of the girls."

"Well, he's entitled to them," said Contessa. Rather mechanically she started to say, "Silver members and up can--," but Princess cut her off as younger sisters are wont to do.

"Yeah, yeah, silver members get lap dances, golds can touch, platinums get handjobs, I know," she grinned.

Again Contessa rolled her eyes, but she was grinning to match Princess. "We don't technically do that kind of thing. If you screw a client it doesn't happen on the clock, got it?"

With surprising seriousness, Princess said, "I know, sis. Prostitution laws and that stuff, I'm not gonna get you put out of business."

"Thanks," Contessa said. Damn right you're not!, she was thinking. She peered at her black, half-emptied coffee and finally decided to sweeten it. As she tasted it her phone rang in the office.

"Want me to grab it?" Princess asked and hooked a thumb toward the office door.

In the course of a second Contessa wondered just how badly her wild little sister could fuck things up. In the end she decided it couldn't hurt to give her a little business experience. "Be professional. I'll be listening."

Princess hurried the few steps to the office and set her drink down on the way. From inside Contessa heard, "You've reached the management of Six Pack, Prin Trueheart speaking. How can I help you?" Contessa smiled, surprised and pleased.

As she listened on the phone, Princess turned to face Contessa in the threshold. Finally she said, "Y-y-yes, I see. All right, I'll have Contessa get back to you, thanks." Contessa blinked with a puzzled expression. Princess grinned and explained, "Just a business formality, yeah? Call him back in like ten minutes. It was some nasally guy who said he was calling on behalf of his client."

"Kahnso," Contessa muttered with a small smile. "He has his manager make phone calls for him. Celebrities are--," but Princess stopped her cold.

"Wait, wait, _wait a fucking second,"_Princess barked. Contessa didn't seem to mind the profanity, it being a given with Princess. "Kahnso, like. Kocaine Kahnso? Leather and drugs?"

"You're a fan?" Contessa asked with condescending sweetness.

"Uh, let me think," Princess said. "Yes!"

Contessa laughed and padded past Princess, giving her a pat on the hip on the way. "You'll get to meet him when he comes in. He's got a silver pass."

"Silver pass means lap dances, right?" Princess hurriedly asked.

"Yes, so you can shake your pussy at him," chuckled Contessa. "But before that," she sat down and stretched in her office chair, "you and I are gonna be doing something special for him when he comes back."

"Oh, count me in," Princess lewdly growled. The plan Contessa coolly laid out was wonderful and Princess had no idea that her sister was making it up on the spot. Princess' interest in Kahnso brought everything together her deep knowledge of his music was exactly the expertise Contessa needed.

"...So you see," Contessa said and sipped at lukewarm coffee, "we're gonna make mister Kahnso feel very special here at Six Pack, and you're going to help out."

All throughout the plan, Princess had been tight-lipped and incredibly attentive. Contessa was impressed at her insight and her suggestions. She was less impressed, but still amused greatly when her sister asked with an eagerly-raised paw, "So afterward I can give him a lap dance, right?"

Contessa sipped again for dramatic effect. "Why don't you just ask him to autograph your butt cheeks?" she finally suggested.

"It'd wash off too fast. Once at a party, I had a guy write his phone number on my tits. It smudged right off after I gave his buddy a titfuck," Princess breezily said.

"I think Sheila has his autograph from the last time he was here," Contessa murmured. Her coffee was low and cold, but her thoughts were on calling back Kahnso's sleazy manager. Now that her plan was laid out she was eager to get it underway. "I'm not suggesting you try to find it, I'm sure she'd beat the snot out of you," Contessa smiled, "but I'm just saying he'll probably sign something for you too."

"M'yeah, probably," Princess muttered distractedly. She was staring off nowhere in particular, licking her lips.

"You go on, now," Contessa said firmly to snap Princess back. "I've got business to take care of."

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Princess huffed.

Contessa had just the thing. By instinct alone she pressed down a single button on her desk phone and paged her personal seamstress who worked on call in Six Pack's basement for lacy emergencies and custom-made costumes. "Yes, boss?" said her seamstress, a middle-aged otter named Gabrielle with a timid, even prudish surface but a party-girl attitude underneath.

The otter's respect was something of an anomaly among Contessa's reasonably casual employees. Very few called her by name, but even fewer called her by any title. "Gabrielle, my sister is coming down shortly to be measured for a costume. Get your leather ready, you're gonna be making one for me too."

"I'll be ready for her, boss," Gabrielle assured.

Contessa let off of the button and winked at Princess. "Now get moving." Princess smirked but went on her way, taking the coffee cup with her. Left alone, Contessa picked up her phone and dialed back Kahnso's sleazeball manager. She had only spoken to him one time weeks before for Kahnso's first visit, but she recalled the nasally, creepy voice well enough that it didn't make her skin crawl quite as much this time.

"So nice of you to get back to me, Miss Trueheart," the manager cooed.

"Just Contessa," the skunk flatly said. "So when would Kahnso like to come back?" she said with a smug smile.

Business was a language the manager could talk. "Next weekend. My client has received his silver pass, and I promise you he's ready to use it," he chuckled.

"I'm sure he is," Contessa said as flatly as before. She would admit to tolerating Kahnso to a mild degree yet his manager was simply creepy. "Saturday or Sunday?"

"Both days," said the manager. Contessa made note of it. "My client also wishes to know if he can," a nasally inhalation, "wear his stage attire to the club."

Contessa recalled imagery of Kahnso in a backless leather loincloth with archer bands. Princess would be thrilled. "I can allow that," she said evenly. "I have a request of Kahnso in that case, a quid pro quo."

A creepy inhalation. "Shoot."

"I want two autographed glossies. Have one signed to Sheila, another to Princess. Get me those and the loincloth flies." She let one beat interrupt the exchange. "Well?"

"My client can do that. Keep in mind, Miss Trueheart," Contessa sighed and the manager seemed to not notice, "that my client's likeness and autograph are both worth a considerable fortune. I hope these glossies are gifts that won't end up in an auction, hm?"

I want them personalized but you think I'm going to sell them? And quit calling me 'Miss Trueheart,' I'm not a spinster! What is it that makes managers such morons? Contessa swallowed her annoyance and pride and coolly answered, "They're gifts for my staff who happen to like his music. At any rate, I look forward to having Kahnso at Six Pack, goodbye." When she hung up she found that her nipples were stiff for all the wrong reasons.

--2

Rock royalty arrived at Six Pack in a silver Hummer on a wet Saturday evening, but Kahnso didn't mind the rain. A weekend spent drunk with pussy in his face was going to be wet regardless of the weather.

Kahnso's driver stopped out front and made to step out. "I can open the door for myself," said Kahnso with little malice beyond what a rockstar idled at. He grabbed the manilla envelope off of the wide seat and stepped out into the mist with a shiver. Being thrust out into the chill Chicago air with a dew of rain reminded him of shows in the fall. His nipples were bare and stiff and his skin tingled against the gentle bite of the air.

Six Pack was a popular venue and its clients came and went like the wind. Appointments needed to be made on top of a valid membership so as to keep the club from ever being too crowded and Kahnso felt the smallest twinge of worry when he saw the muscular German Shepherd goon with scar tissue on his knuckles guarding the door, but any concern that his sleazy manager had bungled his appointment was alleviated when the dog approximated a smile and stepped aside for Kahnso upon recognizing him on sight.

"Welcome to Six Pack," the dog murmured. Kahnso didn't reply and hurriedly stepped inside where the air was clement and dry. The layout of the foyer was vaguely familiar to him but laid out intuitively with signage to herd patrons down the hall to reception. One colossal stallion with a security t-shirt and a walkie-talkie on his hip guarded the door that let into the club proper, leaving just one more obstacle for Kahnso.

Six Pack's receptionist was also its filter. She was a slim gray mouse with a figure to rival the dancers themselves. Her little black low-cut dress and reading glasses low on her snout lent the wicked air of an intelligent black widow. Between her breasts where the idle male gaze would always drift was an elegantly-labeled name tag which read Dusty. Her hard face didn't crack for Kahnso's breezy, dirty grin. "Welcome to Six Pack," she said coolly with the slightest once-over for the muscular singer. "From your looks, you must be Kahnso," said with only a hint of a smile.

"You caught me," he sneered. "Can I go on through or what?"

Dusty held out her hand, the fleshy palm up. "Driver's license and membership pass, please. No exceptions."

"All right, all right," Kahnso conceded, reaching into the leather satchel at his hip. From inside he produced his wallet, and from inside of that his driver's license and credit card-like membership pass. It was elegantly simple, white in coloration with matte black lettering saying only Six Pack in Contessa's own cursive.

It amused but didn't surprise Dusty that Kahnso was his legal name, no surname or alias given. When that checked out she scanned his membership pass and silently handed both items back to him. "Please enjoy your stay, mister Kahnso."

"Just Kahnso, babe," he winked.

Dusty interlaced her fingers on top of the desk. "I'll remember for next time, sir." As the stallion stepped aside and Dusty buzzed the door open for Kahnso, she allowed herself a moment to admire the singer's muscular, naked ass.

In a club which touted its naked girls except on ladies' night, Kahnso was blatantly obvious with his minimal leather attire and outrageous coloring. A seven foot Adonis with raven hair to the base of his tail was weird enough but blood-red contact lenses and sabertooth dental implants took him into the territory of handsome curiosity. Keeping him halfway decent was a backless leather loincloth, studded at the edges and hanging to his ankles. Asymmetrical leather archer bands on his arms and one to match on his tail lent to a flamboyant rock god appearance, but most important to his look was the thick lump beneath the loincloth. Under such stiff leather, his sheath made a generally round shape but the bulge was genuine. A star-shaped locket around his neck was rumored to be where he kept a belt of cocaine for a second wind during shows. Instead it was empty and worn for appearance.

The upshot to Kahnso's appearance was that he was instantly recognizable. A downside was how loud and awkwardly gay his whole character looked, but fame seemed to follow him more than trouble. Quite a few patrons pointed and a few of the men reached out for handshakes and high-fives.

Contessa herself greeted the rockstar not long after he ambled in and started attracting attention. She had already worked the stage twice and her body was naked and hot with energy. She smiled and politely, daintily shook Kahnso's paw as she greeted him. "Welcome back to Six Pack, it's wonderful to have you here," she winked.

"Wonderful to be here," he grinned and absently handed her the envelope. Contessa hugged it to her flat stomach and tilted her head obligingly. With the flair of a cartoon villain he slapped his palms together and rubbed with lewd effect. "Now about those lap dances..."

The skunk genuinely laughed and shook her head. "You're welcome to them any time, thanks to that silver pass," she grinned. "But before that, I'd like you to come with me." As she walked, Kahnso followed and they made their way through the minor sea of customers and waitresses alike. At a front-row booth she stopped and gestured for the fox to sit, which he did. "Reserved solely for you," she explained. "There's a special show which I think you're going to enjoy. After that, all the lap dances you can ever want," she winked.

"Talking my language, baby," Kahnso crooned. He reached out and grabbed the tablet on the table. "Hey, can I order some drinks?"

"Of course you can," Contessa said. Thumbing the flap of the envelope, she murmured, "The show should begin shortly. I hope you'll enjoy it." Before she was even out of sight, Kahnso had a pitcher of beer on the way.

Backstage, Contessa found Princess looking sharp in a studded loincloth crafted by Gabrielle Unlike Kahnso's, the ones for Princess and Contessa were much more flexible, but still made of leather. The spotted skunk wore a pair of bikini tops which were not leather but still black and adorned with a great many studs, almost to the point of exaggeration. These studs seemed to mesh well with Princess' piercings.

"He's here," Contessa said calmly. She dropped the envelope on the table and picked up her own costume, folded neatly nearby. "One of those is for you," she said with a nod at the envelope.

Like an eager child Princess snatched the envelope, opened it up, pulled out her prize and reverently gazed on the glossy profile shot of Kahnso. Black and white, his hair flowing majestically, his muzzle creased with a tiny, knowing grin. And the legend at the bottom, To my down-under babe Sheila. "What the fuck?" Princess snapped.

Contessa squinted queerly. With the loincloth finally tied she looked over Princess' shoulder. "I said one of them is for you," spoken patiently.

"Oh, huh," Princess mumbled. With surprising reverence as if to not deface His likeness, Princess slid the glossy back into the envelope and pulled out the other. It was identical save for the personalization, and despite it merely reading To Princess, she seemed happy to be acknowledged. "Did you get this for me?"

"I did," Contessa smiled. I strong-armed his dirtbag manager for it, she resisted saying.

"Thanks, sis," Princess smiled. "Here! Lemme help you, it was a fucking bitch getting these tops on," she hissed as she went about dressing Contessa. When that was through they helped to tease each other's hair, Contessa's requiring much more attention since it hung down to the base of her tail. When their grooming was through they admired themselves in the full-body mirrors.

"I think we look good to go," Contessa coolly stated. A rumble of thunder murmured through the building; she mistook it for music and felt an instinctive groove in her body.

Princess straightened her two tops, softly bounced her breasts and licked her lips. "I wanna just fuck his brains out, to be honest," she sighed.

"Let's just make it through the show," Contessa said sternly. "I didn't go through a week's worth of choreography with you to let your pussy wreck this one. We're going to impress him, and then you can shake your thing in his face." She took a moment to admire the cute, pouty quality of Princess' face. "And you are not fucking him so long as you're on the clock here. I mean that, Prin."

Just means clock out before I jerk him off, Princess thought, grinning suddenly. "Yeah, sis, I got it."

Contessa nodded, picked up the phone in the dressing room and dialed an inside number from muscle memory. As soon as the timid voice on the other end answered she said, "Leslie, get the Kahnso show cued. Princess and I are ready for the stage and mister Kahnso is waiting."

"I'll get right on it," Leslie said. Confidently, "You'll be on in ten minutes." Click.

Contessa dropped the phone into the receiver, turned back to Princess and said, "Ten minutes. Keep it together."

--3

Kahnso was halfway through his sixth mug of beer, barely enough to buzz someone who weighed 400 pounds when the lights fell dim and the voice of the DJ cut through the chatter, bringing about a hush. "All right, everybody, we've got a very special show coming up right here!" A few of the patrons were already guessing it had something to do with Kahnso, but Kahnso himself had not yet come to that realization until a familiar riff tore through the club - his most-requested song. "For your pleasure," the DJ cried over the rising music, "the Trueheart Sisters!"

The rockstar's music roared through the club in instrumental form and the lights came up to magnificently reveal Contessa and Princess amidst a quick haze of dry ice smoke. Kahnso laughed and applauded when he saw their backless loincloths and abundance of studs. Their cobra swaying and pelvic grinding in time to the beat and in symmetry with each other emulated his crass stage presence and mercilessly made fun of it through the art of exaggeration, but despite the humor, it was sexy at the same time. Side by side, the Trueheart sisters bumped their hips together and let their loincloths wag like big, black tongues. When they moved to their poles they lost no momentum and continued to mercilessly walk all over Kahnso's gimmicks with a dash of skunk sexuality for good measure.

During the drum bridge of the song, tops came off as the girls slung themselves around the greased poles. One of Princess' generous tops made it into the crowd and soon became a drunk patron's beloved souvenir Contessa shed her third and final top when she came out of her twists and flung it with a little luck right at Kahnso's snout, whereupon he bit down on the breast cup and watched the skunks dance with the dirtiest of grins.

More twists and a few prolonged inversions kept the loincloths upside-down and put perfect skunk pussies on display. Princess loved the opportunity to show off her piercings, although the piercing through her tail hole was much more difficult to display.

The grinding beat of the song was coming to a close. Contessa's re-recording had lengthened the bridge and made it a little bit easier to show off to, but the end was unchanged. With the song coming down but the lights as erratic as ever they dismounted their poles and met midway. Breasts touching but chins over the other's shoulder, they reached down and yanked the knots that kept their loincloths on. Like a couple in a tango they twisted around in one complete rotation then pushed off, back to their poles, letting their loincloths fall to the floor. All that remained were the archer's bands on their arms and tails. The music crashed to a close all at once and they ended prone against the poles, pussies and breasts utterly bared as the lights went down and the applause roared.

Contessa and Princess disappeared backstage under a fresh haze of dry ice smoke. Riled from the show, Princess laughed and squeezed Contessa close, planting a fond smooch on her sister's cheek before letting off. "Goddamn, that was fun."

Contessa smiled tightly. "It'll stay fun if you don't goof off."

"I bet," Princess said, brushing her hair down from its hair-metal tease. "So what now? When can I go start doing lap dances?"

"You mean, when can you go give Kahnso a lap dance," Contessa grinned, "right?" But Princess' only reply was a devilish smirk. "You can go whenever, but don't just dote on him. Work some tables, give all the patrons a little love."

"Yeah, yeah," Princess said, and Contessa knew everything she said went in one ear and out the other. Once Princess vanished for the club floor, Contessa resigned herself to double-duty as a waitress.

--4

Princess felt natural in her bare fur and she navigated the booths and tables expertly on a beeline to Kahnso. No patrons flagged her down, but if they had they would have certainly been ignored. When she reached Kahnso's booth, she grinned down at the rockstar and made a mental note of the two empty pitchers. That much beer would have been enough to tank any man of normal size, but she knew enough about boozing to know Kahnso's immense size would have him just pleasantly buzzed.

"Well hello there, princess," Kahnso grinned before the skunk could say a word.

Princess blushed and laughed. "You know my name?"

His grin vanishing, Kahnso muttered, "No." He thought of the autographed glossy just after the fact but kept his mouth guiltily shut.

Fortunately for Kahnso, Princess didn't seem to care and she leaned down low to put her breasts near his face. "Never mind that," she grinned. "How'd you like the show?"

Unable to keep his eyes on any one breast, Kahnso leaned back to get a better look at Princess' chest as a whole. The smile that crossed his face spoke books about the staggering erection hidden beneath the table. "It was something else, babe. I didn't know you were Contessa's sister, though."

"Does it change anything?" Princess asked.

"Would she be upset if I fucked you?" Kahnso asked back.

Princess smiled. "Probably."

Kahnso smiled back. "Would her bitching bother you?"

"Nope," Princess said, planting her paws on her hips.

"Good to know," Kahnso growled, but he went no further than that. It seemed that he liked to keep his options on the table. "How about a lap dance, beautiful?"

"Fuck, I thought you'd never ask," Princess snickered.

"If I knew you were dying to get to it, I would've said something sooner," Kahnso winked and scooted down the booth seat, away from the table. Every booth had room away from the table in which a dancer could entertain privately and Princess wasted no time. Between Kahnso's massive, spread legs, she shook her tight ass and gyrated for the stud. She balanced her energy with opportunities for long looks at her heavily pierced pussy and she didn't pause even when he leaned in to sniff at her cunt.

Princess' pussy may have been the forefront in Kahnso's interests but the skunk's four jiggling and bouncing tits were not to be ignored, and neither was her taut dancer's ass. The enormous brush of her tail punctuated her rear and drew Kahnso's eyes down to it, and in time she felt what was forbidden yet most desired when Kahnso groped her on the ass. The squeeze was quick but unmistakable and she pressed back against his mitt just as lewdly, leaving no ambiguity.

"You're a fucking babe," Kahnso hissed through a toothy grin. His cock made an awesome tent of his loincloth.

"I know," Princess winked as she twisted around. With Kahnso hunched forward, her cunt was put mere inches from his snout and she felt his hot breath against it but instead of going for that obvious target he reached up and cupped one of her tits from the lower set. Princess shuddered at the tactile taboo of his hot palm but crooned when he flicked the ring.

"Why, Princess!" Contessa said loudly, to which Princess flinched and blushed. Contessa had a tight, intensely hostile grin. Kahnso, whose paw was unquestionably in the cookie jar, avoided her gaze as he took his paw off of Princess' tit and sat back.

"He-e-ey sis," Princess smiled sheepishly.

"I don't remember giving mister Kahnso a gold membership," Contessa said with a dangerously cool tone. She clutched her tablet against her flat stomach and absently tapped its backside with a claw. "Did I miss something, Prin?"

"Uh, no," Princess said. "I was just, um..."

"Go," Contessa warned, pointing off nowhere in particular. "Go work some tables. Go on. Scoot!"

When Princess begrudgingly left, Contessa smiled down at Kahnso and got the most awkward grin in exchange. "My sister is a bit starstruck with you. If you'd like, you can pick another girl for a lap dance."

"Oh, I'm good," Kahnso chuckled. "Nice girl. Is she really your sister?"

"Sure is," Contessa replied. "Striped skunks and spotted skunks can share the same blood. So would you like anything else?" she asked, peering down briefly at the empty pitchers.

Kahnso narrowed his eyes at Contessa before a savvy grin crossed his face. He scooted over, picked up the tablet on his table and winked. "I'll order something."

Contessa chuckled and braced a paw on her hip. "I don't mind taking an order from you right now, right here. You won't get booted out for what happened, and Prin isn't getting fired." Her expression softened, but a queer mischief seemed to light up her eyes. "Between you and I, I knew she'd do this."

The singer was thumbing through the menus on the tablet, but he paused to smirk up at Contessa. As modestly as possible he said, "It happens a lot. You're lucky you came when you did." Before Contessa could even scoff or laugh, he breezily added, "I could go for some cocktail shrimp. And more beer."

"Sure thing," Contessa said.

--5

Kahnso stayed a few hours longer and enjoyed himself by any measure. By the time he was ready to leave, two dishes of cocktail shrimp sat gutted while four empty pitchers stood as testament to his heavyweight drinking. A four-digit tip in the form of a tight bankroll told Contessa exactly how much he appreciated her club, and when she later found the money in his absence she would remind herself to send him the annual Christmas card.

Despite a heavy buzz, great generosity and superstar fame, Kahnso left reservedly but not without notice. On the way out, he wasn't required to speak to Dusty but he stopped near her anyway. "Hey, sweet thing," he winked. "Have a good night."

The mouse gave a rare smile. "Thank you, Kahnso. We here hope to see you again soon."

Kahnso grinned impishly. "I bet you're just saying that because you have to."

Dusty leaned over the desk somewhat and her cleavage became all the more apparent. "You'll have to find out the next time you come back, won't you?" She winked and sat back again. "Have a good night."

The storm had given over to a cool fog. The asphalt glistened under neon signs and traffic lights. Kahnso stretched just outside the door in the cool night air before he scanned the parking lot for his ride. He gave up quickly, went back to the front and called his driver to come by the front door. As he waited he felt a soft paw on his flank and he turned to see Princess in casual dress. He smiled and tentatively wrapped his arm around her back. "What's up, baby?"

"Twenty minute break," Princess said coolly. "Waiting on your ride?"

"Here it is now," Kahnso said as the silver Hummer pulled up. He made to pull away from Princess but she held onto him.

"That thing's got tinted windows, yeah?" the skunk smiled.

"Sure does," Kahnso said with a smile of his own. "Roomy as hell, too. Want a ride around the block, sweetheart?"

"Contessa might get upset if I hitch a ride from a stranger," Princess grinned, never mind that she followed him and climbed in.

Kahnso shut the door behind himself and sat in the very back. Princess sat right beside him and didn't waste a second in getting her paws right up under his loincloth. To his driver he barked, "This girl's got a twenty minute break. Take the scenic route and keep your fucking eyes forward."

Princess knelt on the seat and squeezed the meaty bulk of Kahnso's sheath. "I bet you're hung like a horse," she grinned.

"Fucking stallion's got nothing on me, girl," Kahnso huffed as if offended. With practiced quickness he popped the clasp for his loincloth and tossed it into the floor to bare his thick sheath and balls which spilled out on the seat. Princess was somewhat disappointed to see the loincloth go, but when she saw the plump majesty of Kahnso's naked crotch she decided she could deal with it.

Under Princess' skilled paw, Kahnso's sheath grew thicker and soon the red rocket inside began to peek out. The flesh was slathered thickly with pre and it throbbed greatly with every beat of the singer's heart. Princess palmed over the pointed tip and thus made the fox shudder and press back against his seat. Quickly he wrapped an arm around her, at first as if to only squeeze her close but he soon squeezed a plump breast through her shirt.

More and more fox cock bared itself by the second only to be groped and palmed by the punk skunk. Kahnso pulled up her shirt, his intent only to expose her tits but she paused her molestation to yank it off and throw it in with the loincloth. "Goddamn, you got some nice titties," Kahnso gruffly panted. "Nicer than your sister's, quality over quantity... Not that I'm saying I wouldn't plow Contessa."

"I wouldn't hold my breath on that," Princess grinned and winked just before she buried her head in Kahnso's lap. Only half of his colossal length was bared but the rest was sure to come quickly when she slurped up the bottom of his cock, kissed the tip and finally engulfed the first few inches in her maw. Musky rockstar cock pushed down her tongue and made sucking a challenge, but Princess tried her best, and despite a lack of fine skill she made sure every suck was a deep, wet affair. To stay in her element she jerked and groped on what wasn't in her maw and she palmed his balls and found herself thrilled at just how heavy they were. She could only guess at how much sticky rockstar spunk churned inside of them but she intended to find out firsthand.

"Ooh, shit," Kahnso crooned. "Suck that dick, babe." Kahnso rather idly petted down Princess' back, but his paw did halt at her hips to squeeze her tight ass as if to resume the groping Contessa had cut short. He reminded himself that this was his domain; Contessa wouldn't be stopping them. "Suck it hard, girl," he growled with more vigor.

All through Princess' sloppy gulping, Kahnso's meat continued to grow, and Princess continued to pull back to keep the top inches in her short snout. When the knot bulged out of the sheath she come to realize just how much cock Kahnso had, but that awesome revelation didn't keep her from gulping and sucking as best she could. Despite her wet and noisy cocksucking, the real treat was in how she handled the rest of his thick, slippery cock, especially its tender knot. Her soft black paws squeezed and pumped, her rings on every finger putting down extra pressure.

"Goddamn, you're good with your paws... You get a lot of practice, I bet," he snickered and squeezed the skunk's ass. Soon he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of her shorts and found quickly that she didn't wear panties. From this high angle he slipped his fingers down and brushed his fingers over the wet lips of her pussy, tracing the many rings placed there at which she crooned around his cock. "You got some serious hardware going on down here," he mused. "I like it."

Princess wanted to grin but her mouth was too full. In all of this rockstar cocksucking she drooled quite profusely, slobber running down her chin and Kahnso's cock in great rivulets. As far as she was concerned it was an inevitability in any blowjob and the sign of a good time. Kahnso was inclined to agree, but he was also inclined to want more, and he said with a lewd huff, "You suck and jerk a good dick, babe, but I want those tits on my cock."

If her preferred rock and roll god wanted a titfuck, Princess was inclined to offer Him whatever He desired. Quickly she slipped her mouth off of his cock, sat up, wiped her chin on the back of her arm and admired his drool-slathered penis for just a moment. The sheer girth was unbelievable; his knot was like a pair of baseballs. With more time she would have loved to try to ride him like a cowgirl, but a titfuck was quick, easy, messy and fun. She moved to her knees, got right up in-between the fox's legs and slotted that cock between her four generous tits like a hotdog in a bun. Gripping four breasts for a titfuck with only two paws was troublesome but Princess was well-practiced; she pressed them together with her forearms to make a tight, hot crevasse of fur and flesh. "Jeez," she grinned when she started to grind against that rockstar cock, "never thought I'd get Kahnso's dick between my tits."

"Hey, if there's anything I like doing," Kahnso huffed as he spread his legs further, "it's making dreams come true for my fans, huh?"

"I should consider myself lucky then, huh?" Princess winked. She could only guess at how much time she had left, although feeling Kahnso's pulsing cock between her two sets of tits made her forget about the consequences. Practically everything about Kahnso was incredibly sexy to her and the exclusivity of his fame just added to the thrill. "Mmm, yeah," she crooned with genuine pleasure, her breasts being very tender to the touch, "there's another dream of mine you might help out with."

Princess' sloppy sucking and stroking had already gotten Kahnso far along to his release. The titfuck was just a cherry on top. Crooning and shuddering, he said, "Fuck, name it."

"Next time you come by," she said with a sultry growl, "I want you to fuck me. Simple, right? Think it can happen?"

"Ooh, yeah," Kahnso practically whined, but whether in agreement or pleasure Princess didn't know; she took it as both when he started to squirt. One rope led to another and another, his virile rockstar spunk slopping into her grinding cleavage, glazing lewdly over the thick curves of her tits and splattering against her chin. Kahnso was hardly modest when he came, in fact quite to the contrary when he grunted and kicked against the floor. His paws squeezed the top of the seat and put divots in the leather, his teeth were bared and grit, his eyes were closed tight like his ears were pinned back against his skull. It was an ideal oh-face and it went well with the sloppy mess he squirted all over Princess and her accommodating tits.

Once the rockstar's release began to taper off Princess let off with her breasts and took his shaft past her lips again. It was as shallow and sloppy as what she had previously done, just an idle sucking so as to sample the dregs of his climax. When her hunger for rock god cum was satiated and Kahnso's release had given over to afterglow, she rested back on her knees and gave Kahnso her coyest smile and matching wink. "I'm ready to go back now."

"Aah... Holy shit," Kahnso grunted with his head flopped back. "Back to the club!"

--6

Princess kissed Kahnso on the cheek and skipped out of the Hummer, which was quick to drive off afterward. Slung over her shoulder was the loincloth Kahnso had been wearing. Though her face and neck were groomed clean by a certain singer's tongue, her tits were very sticky beneath the shirt she wore.

Inside she found Contessa who took one look at the loincloth and solemnly shook her head. "You're awful."

Princess smiled. "I'm not that late, am I?"

Contessa consulted her tablet. She kept her snout pointed at it but looked at Princess from the tops of her eyes as if over spectacles. "Four minutes late."

"See!" Princess grinned. "Only a couple minutes, and you can bet your ass he's gonna come back real soon."

Contessa didn't bother to tell Princess he'd be back the following night. She just shook her head again and sighed. "You've still got another four hours to go, so get your souvenir put up and work some tables."

"All right," the spotted skunk agreed. She had a thin smile on her face when she asked, "So I'm not in trouble?"

"Not this time," Contessa sternly said, "but don't do it again."

"All right," Princess repeated. A beat and then, "Would it help if I told you he wouldn't mind fucking you either?"

A dry smirk crossed Contessa's pretty face. Without missing a beat, she flatly said, "Not one bit. Get back to work."