Seeing Double
Bottom's up!
"Seeing Double"
by Juna of SoFurry (http://juna.sofurry.com))
Getting drunk seemed to be the favorite pastime of the male seated at the lush, leather cushioned booth. He knocked back the glasses of Jack without a care to how his liver felt about the alcohol dump. The iced drink went back smooth. "Mother's milk" the club goers called it.
Blood shot eyes blurred at the edges. He saw reflections of bar lights and neon tracks on the flashier main stage, a place where readily he sought attention. Every Friday an endless flesh train paraded one act after the other. Beautiful females of all varieties strutted from the curtain opening to the pole at the stage end. Gods, they warmed his body more than the cheap liquor. Such nubile creatures moved to the sway of horrid music older than them.
Alcohol's dull ache drummed at the patron's temples. He wasn't getting anywhere sitting at the side booth. A few alluring waitresses offered to top him off, but he waved them away. Jack to the lips was like a finger to the trigger, easy to draw back and let go. The burn lingered on the pallet, and the amber liquid went down with perfect aim. He inhaled sharply after the ale went down. Somewhere to his side a small, soft voice asked, "Care for some company, sweetheart?"
He blinked at what stood before him. A lone feline wandered into his line of sight. She stood average height with stripes and curves -God damn, those curves! From what he could tell the female, most notably a tiger, was a double D cup, hips that you sink your claws into, and sported a dark chocolate mane with a wisp of crimson tucked to the left side. Was he dead? Because he swore he'd died and gone to heaven.
She asked again, "Care for some company?" The tiger's giggle sounded like a melodic church choir ringing in his ears.
"Don't be harsh. He's half way to the floor. Maybe that means it will be easier for us."
As if on cue another tigress appeared. She manifested like a puff of white smoke beside the orange tigress. This had to be a cruel joke on the behalf of inebriation. The second tigress could've been a clone splintered off from this Bengal goddess. She was white with blue stripes wearing an identical lingerie piece. Well, say for the color choices. Damn, they were fucking gorgeous.
Did it really matter? Hell and no! He sat up with a start and his whiskey spilled out from the glass. The glassed tumbled and rolled to the floor. Luckily, the contents were nothing but a slither of amber at the glass's bottom. He'd forgotten the glass, the whiskey, and his troubles, all thanks to the pair of lovelies gazing at him.
Music sounded distant. The muffled noise akin to hearing something underwater. He reached out with his arms not knowing what to expect. He gave an audible swallow as he tried to seek out the angels before him. Slowly a pair of feeble hands grasped out. He didn't think their strong paws would greet him back. The blush creeping into his face burned hotter than the Whiskey settling in his stomach. He wondered, "What the hell was in that drink?"