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--1

The sun hung on the horizon, lazily widening out and casting its orange rays cutting sharp shadows out of the skyline. In this light, the gentleman's club Six Pack looked as innocuous as any other building. Its neon lights were drowned out by the sun, but darkness would vindicate them.

Six Pack was a home-away-from-home for its awed newcomers, happy regulars and prestigious VIPs. Whatever the clients wanted was granted, within reason; but given that most clients wanted beer and breasts, most wishes came true.

A jet-black SUV with severely tinted windows idled up to the curb in practiced efficiency. In the midst of blatant luxury vehicles tended by the valets, it was bland, but within was one of Six Pack's more famous regulars.

The rear door swung open. Out came one naked tip-toed fox foot. Then came its twin, and out came the rest of the beast. Stoutly muscular legs led to the hard, chiseled lines of a bodybuilder. A black and studded loincloth, archer's bands on his arms, a gold bangle around his neck, a long mane of blonde hair and exotic saber teeth - Kahnso was a prettyboy.

As had been the case for months now, Kahnso passed the guards without showing ID or membership. They acknowledged him with polite nods.

Down the hall Kahnso went to the reception desk manned by all-business Dusty, the mouse. At her right lie the door into the club proper, guarded by a frightfully large Clydesdale. Kahnso knew the stallion if not by name and they shared a respectful nod.

"Evening, Kahnso," Dusty winked. Her being a slim gray mouse ever in a low-cut black dress, she was a sexy secretary and a taste of things to come, though she wasn't part of the talent. Dusty held her fleshy palm out expectantly and smiled very tightly. Even such a tiny smile was a rare and momentous occasion saved only for the fondest regulars.

Big Kahnso chuckled, fishing his fingers into the pouch on his hip - leather to match the loincloth. "Really, you're still doing all this by the books, honey?" he ruefully asked when he handed his membership card over.

Dusty didn't give it a second look when she scanned it, and there wasn't much to look at; they were all simple and white with black lettering reading Six Pack on them. Only on the margins on the back did it list the other vital information, specifically that it was silver-tier and only for Kahnso.

But something was amiss, and Dusty hummed thoughtfully. "Seems to be a problem, you need to step into the floor manager's office," she coldly reported.

Kahnso's ears splayed down. The Clydesdale chuckled to himself. "What's wrong?" That he might be denied his precious tits and liquor visibly shook Kahnso.

"I can't say why, because I don't know, but this card's coming up voided." She turned her eyes on the stallion and nodded. "Let mister Kahnso inside, point him to Layla."

--2

Layla's office bore the same understated casino colors as the rest of Six Pack. Olive drab walls, burgundy carpeting, and a fine oak desk. Most important and unusual to Kahnso was Layla herself, whom he hadn't met yet in all his patronage of Six Pack.

Ideally, nobody needed to see Layla in the first place. One of Six Pack's founders, she had retired from the spotlight to help with the back end of the business. A beautifully thick woman, she had put on weight since her retirement; but as a gray hare, she wore the voluptuous look well. Helping her case was the fact that she, like co-founder Contessa, had three pairs of tits beneath her shirt.

"Mister Kahnso, I've seen you around," Layla smiled and winked, bracing her elbows on the desk and her chin on her folded paws.

"Hi," Kahnso muttered. "I got a problem. Dusty sent me in here." Kahnso had hoped to slam his card down and demand satisfaction. Instead he timidly passed it to her from between his fingers.

The plump hare took one look at Kahnso's pass and dropped it in her shredder which violently ate it. Kahnso stared dolefully at the machine. "It's void," said Layla calmly, "I canceled it this morning, Contessa's orders."

"Ah... Jeez," Kahnso huffed. "I guess Contessa knows what me and her sister did after all."

Layla's eyebrows shot up, a savvy smile spread across her muzzle and she chuckled. Sitting back, she coyly mused, "I'll pass that along to Contessa; but no, the real reason is this." In a desk drawer, she shuffled through a stack of passes and at last pulled one out of the stack.

Visually, it was indistinguishable from any other Six Pack pass. The difference - which Kahnso immediately looked to - was in the margins on the back. When Kahnso saw that he now had a gold pass, a dirty sneer spread across his muzzle. "Sly, really sly. Whose idea was it to make me sweat a little first?"

"Why, mister Kahnso!" Layla laughed. "Gold and platinum passes are always hand-delivered." She stood and made her away around the desk, never breaking eye contact with the stud. Kahnso expected to be directed out but instead Layla put herself between he and the door. "Now then, a gold pass entails better food, better seating, stronger drinks--."

"And touching," Kahnso grinned, bobbing his eyebrows.

"And touching," Layla dryly parroted, setting her paws on her hips. "Contessa tells me you're well-behaved enough, but you do need some guidance," she said, much to Kahnso's visible embarrassment, "therefore I'll give you a quick primer." Layla peeled her shirt up and off, tossed it on the desk and smiled sweetly as if her six full tits weren't nearly naked. A set of three black bras held them up neatly but their pert nipples were like beacons under the fabric. She unclasped the topmost bra, and she didn't even try to snare Kahnso's gaze away from her bared breasts.

"A little test before I turn you loose," Layla chuckled. "You're more-or-less allowed to touch." Kahnso's paw snapped up and his fingers began to close around a naked tit. Layla swatted his paw away and shook her head to his dejected frown. "You may touch with permission," she said patiently.

A beat. "Can I touch?"

"You may," Layla winked. Kahnso's fingers gently teased the round edge of Layla's tit, his thumb coming up and brushing the nipple. "About the hips, now..."

Kahnso smiled coyly. "May I touch those?"

Layla chuckled and reached up, stroking Kahnso's snout with a gray paw. "Mhm, since you asked so nicely." Kahnso's paws were at once on her hips for a lewd squeeze, and Layla allowed herself a pet down Kahnso's taut chest. Then quite suddenly, she reached beneath his loincloth and pawed at his plush sheath and the knotted cock escaping its warmth.

When Kahnso grunted, Layla grinned and twitched her long ears. "Since you're here of your own volition, none of us need permission to touch you," she explained. "But then, would you ever object to it?"

Kahnso dragged out his reply with a lazy huff. Layla idly molested him, coaxing out his full erection. To the hare, it was a pleasant surprise that a man so well-built and famous seemed to like the touch of a plump woman, but then Layla always prided herself on her skilled paws.

"I don't think so, no," he finally answered.

The hare pulled back, slipped down her pants and panties and draped herself back across her desk. Over her plush belly she reached, spreading the lips of her supple muff to bare pink flesh. "Then I don't think you'd say no to this, mister Kahnso."

--3

Kahnso took in the pulse of the music and the lively din of the club as he strutted along the carpeted path, scoring glances and waves from fans. He didn't have a single goal in mind, just a big grin on his muzzle.

Along his way to nowhere in particular, Kahnso caught sight of a familiar calico cat tending tables with a distinct lack of clothing sans frilly thigh bands. "Cali," Kahnso said behind her, widening his grin when she turned and smiled. "Looking good. Miss me?"

Her tablet cradled in one arm, Cali hugged Kahnso's middle with the other and trailed her fingers down his chest. "Welcome back! I heard you've got a gold pass now," she winked.

Kahnso's eyebrows popped up. "Word gets around quick, huh?"

"Considering that I knew a week before you did," Cali grinned with a swish of her tail, "I'd say it gets around pretty slowly. But either way, it's nice to have you around." She winked, blew him a kiss and left with a spring in her step, ever a playful little feline. Kahnso licked his fangs at the thought of getting his mitts on such a small girl.

In rare full dress, Contessa herself strode up to Kahnso and lay her paw upon his flank for attention. Meeting his eyes and his smile, she asked, "Did you see Layla?"

"I saw her, yes," Kahnso answered tightly with a smirk to match. His paw came to rest upon her shoulder and when she didn't shrug it off, he crept to her torso where, just like Layla but on a much more athletic body, six fine tits lurked under a tee.

"Now now," Contessa chuckled as she gently removed Kahnso's paw, "I know she primed you on the touching rules. Besides that, wouldn't Princess be upset if she found out?"

"I have the feeling Princess'd only be upset if she didn't get to watch," Kahnso said, dryly. "Speaking of which," he said with a half-hearted glance around, "she here?"

The pretty skunk Contessa smiled and shook her head. Her curly, silvery locks bounced with volume which Kahnso - himself a long-haired prettyboy - could appreciate. "Sorry. She got a cold and she's upstairs, full of NyQuil I mean, I'm sure she'd love to come see you, but you don't need to be getting sick if you have songs to sing and shows to sell, right?" she chuckled.

"Right," Kahnso muttered. His mood rebounded quickly and he dragged his tongue over a jutting fang. "I could go for a drink and something hot to eat," he said with surprisingly no lewd intent. Contessa could be forgiven for making the assumption otherwise.

"This way, then," she softly urged, tugging him by the forearm. She led him to a booth near the stage, just slightly off-center. "You know what to do," the skunk said gently with a sweeping gesture to the tablet on the table, "so enjoy your time at Six Pack."

"Thanks, beautiful," Kahnso called to Contessa whom swished her big, plush tail at him along her way.

Kahnso thumbed through menus, seeing all sorts of new and exorbitant things only for a fellow with a gold membership. Wearing a wry smile, he settled for a steak, pink in the middle with a bottle of whiskey to drink.

Dancers danced for the crowd, showing off plush tits and pink pussies for all of the eager patrons, Kahnso and his dirty smirk included. These weren't girls he recognized but he liked their routine just the same, and the fact that he was soon hard again under the table spoke much of his sex drive and his lack of inhibitions even sober.

Nearly coinciding with the end of the set was the delivery of Kahnso's food. He was still watching the dancers as they padded off the stage when the tray was set before him by brown paws. The fox thought nothing of the delivery past his hunger until he heard a chipper Aussie voice: "Finally caught you here again!"

Grinning slyly with a hint of his teeth, Kahnso turned his head and saw Sheila the thylacine - better known as a Tasmanian tiger. "Sheila, my babe from down unduh," Kahnso dirtily chuckled. "Looking good, there," the rockstar added with his eyes set square on the girl's generous chest.

Sheila slipped into the booth with Kahnso, sat side-saddle across his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck with some effort, their difference in heights a big one. Her thigh brushed his cock through the loincloth but didn't seem to mind. Kahnso wrapped one arm around her back, the other paw on her thigh, fingers slipping up under the elastic of her frilly band. She rumbled with a purr and showed her teeth in a grin.

"Damn jealous of Princess hoardin' you every single time you're here," Sheila said in a cute drawl. Suddenly chuckling, "It's really gonna burn 'er ass that you got your gold pass and she wasn't around to pop that cherry for ya."

Kahnso smiled thinly and elected not to mention Layla. He trailed his paw up Sheila's thigh, brushed the hot folds of her pussy and dragged his fingers up to the rim of her belly pouch to trace and tease. He coyly remarked into the cup of her ear, "When I said I wanted something hot I could eat, I actually did have the steak in mind."

A playful giggle from the Tasmanian tiger as she reached for the plate and pinched a sauteed mushroom in her claws. This she stuffed past Kahnso's lips, and she was not surprised but very aroused when the fox suckled her finger. "Right, right... You'd rather sink yuh teeth into a bloody steak than a bloody fine girl," she winked. "S'what rockstars are all about."

Kahnso spat Sheila's finger out and nipped the bridge of her snout. His digits slipped into her warm, tough pouch to tease the vestigial nipples hidden inside, these being pert and tender. "You can be dessert, sugar, how's that sound?"

Sheila hummed thoughtfully, stole a mushroom for herself and scooted out of Kahnso's lap before his touch could curl her toes. She turned on her heel, purposefully pouted her athletic ass out and cooed to him, "Just don't you overeat. Yuh gonna wanna eat every last bite of me."

--4

An hour came and went, various girls providing the increasingly-blitzed Kahnso more steak, some appetizers and a second bottle of whiskey. The tab he was running up didn't concern Contessa. She knew his proverbial pockets were deep.

While Kahnso was entertained and fed across the club, Sheila pulled Contessa aside into an empty booth. "Got something important to ask, boss," Sheila coolly said.

Contessa wiped a smudge on the table with a napkin. "Go on."

"Kahnso's back," Sheila said, her tone sly. "Promised him a lil' treat, yuh? Why ought it be that only Princess sinks her teeth into that meat?"

A motherly chuckle from Contessa. "He's a gold member now, you can touch all you like. But," she held up a finger sternly, "we're a strip club, not a whorehouse. Keep it private."

"Well of course," Sheila cooed as she crossed her legs. "Wouldn't wanna get it on in public anyway. Showin' it off is one thing..."

The skunk chuckled. "Maybe you ought to be tipping him for this."

Sheila had a good laugh, one Contessa joined in with albeit softly.

Attracted by the noise and not on task, Cali peered into the booth with a smile. "Hey Contessa, Sheila," she smartly nodded. "What's so funny?" the little cat wryly asked.

Contessa glanced to Cali, and then Sheila before she eased out of the booth. "Sheila can fill you in if she wants, it's really none of my business anyway. Just get back to work soon."

Cali slunk into Contessa's spot and sidled up to Sheila. With piqued interest, her smile was more coy than ever. "What's going on?" Not even a beat later, she asked, "Is this about Kahnso?"

"Gawd, the walls have ears," Sheila moaned, but then she laughed. "I promised him a lil' something-somethin' when he was through eatin', that's all. Had to make sure it was all right with the boss lady."

"A little something-something, huh," Cali grinned, her tail flicking back and forth. "You kno-o-ow, he's a pretty big guy, you need any help with that?"

Sheila could be selfish like any girl. Fortunately she enjoyed camaraderie at work, and Kahnso was indeed quite a big specimen worthy of extra attention. The Tasmanian tiger rubbed her chin thoughtfully and then nudged Cali out of the booth. "Ah, sure. What say we go take him in back together?"

Wearing a smile neither naughty nor pure, Cali scooted off of the seat and said to her Aussie friend, "Lead the way, girl."

"Heh, this is gonna be fun," Sheila chuckled, walking with a sway in her hips and heat in her loins.

--5

Lying before Kahnso was the type of damage a sane mind would attribute to a party. A half-dozen plates were neatly stacked, the topmost piled with well-gnawed bones and fat trimmed in increasingly sloppy ways.

Hardly bloated and in fact just pouring himself another drink of whiskey, Kahnso glanced in time to see Sheila close by with Cali in tow. "Hey, good timing," he said, narrowly avoiding belching. "I was gonna ask for more liquor."

"More liquor?" Sheila mused, picking up Kahnso's second whiskey bottle by the neck. A bottle that size was enough to put a few grown men to sleep. There was barely a shot left in it but Kahnso was miraculously upright. "Sure. And I mean, it's not my place to cut you off," she said with a rub up under his chin and a purposeful catch on a fang, "but how's about you get a little exercise after all that food?"

A smirk slowly spread across Kahnso's face like a drop of ink into a bucket of water. "Who the hell are you now, my personal trainer?"

Cali closed in, slipping into the narrow gap between Sheila and the hunk. Kneeling on his legs and putting her small tits against his blunt chest, she purred and found a hefty paw on her hip as a reward. "We don't have to work out, handsome. You can just sit back and digest," she grinned and patted his abs, "while we take care of everything."

"Damn good treatment for a guy like me," said a bemused Kahnso, reaching up to blatantly fondle Sheila's tit. "Treating me like I'm some VIP, in fact," he chuckled as he rolled a finger over a pink nipple.

Sheila shivered and lashed her curly little tail. While wrapping both paws around Kahnso's single mitt, she cooed to him, "Don't be coy, yuh? You're a popular guy inside and out of here. Why not enjoy it a lil' bit?"

"Mhm, yeah," Cali concurred, petting up over his chest, her paws tiny on his bulk. "Have some fun."

Kahnso cast a glance around, expecting Contessa to leap out and cockblock him or Princess to steal him. When he was sufficiently at ease, he shrugged off Cali's paws and tugged his mitt away from Sheila. "Show me the way, ladies."

It was Cali who led them off, Kahnso following close behind with his arm around Sheila in a mutually lazy embrace. Ostensibly she was steadying the drunk fox, but a beast of his size could kill just by falling over. Kahnso weathered his liquor well, however, and he made it to the privacy of a VIP room with no mishaps. He even sat gently on the olive sofa, though the way he sprawled out was rather ungainly and even more so once Cali made for his loincloth and unclasped it.

As his single article of clothing left his body, Kahnso glanced down at his idle sheath with a tiny smile. Eyes forward now and set on Sheila, her being nearer and therefore clearer. "How we gonna do this, beautiful?" he crooned to her.

The thylacine straddled Kahnso, but barely for the wide ball-bearing splay of his legs. She stretched and kissed his cheek softly, noting the smell of steak sauce and expensive liquor with a short-lived smirk. "You're the VIP, mistah Kahnso," said Sheila in her Aussie drawl, "yuh tell me."

Both to show off and tease, Cali mounted the back of the sofa, kneeling both on the back rest and Kahnso's shoulders with her knees. Her delicate pussy brushing his expensive blonde hair, she petted down over his ears and then the sides of his head all as she resonated in a sultry purr. "Gold members get treated very, very well," she chuckled to him.

"God damn," Kahnso chuckled, almost out of breath. His sheath was swelling up nicely and his grubby paws were at home on Sheila's athletic rump. "I got that kid in a candy store thing going on, I want everything at once."

Sheila laughed and kissed him again on the cheek, then once on the lips proper. While petting down his handsome snout she rumbled, "We're good, handsome, but not that good. Just one thing at a time, and we'll make you a right happy man, yuh?"

Delicately Kahnso reached up and back, brushing his fingers over the bottom of Cali's breasts. "Mmh, let's just start things off slow," said the rockstar. "Dance for me, sugar," he cooed into Sheila's ear. "And you, kitty-cat," he snickered, "you just cuddle up here. I'm gonna have a better look at you."

Cali used her feline grace to slip right down next to Kahnso just as Sheila stood over his lap and started her ad-libbed show minus music but with a rhythm. All of Contessa's showgirls had dancing chops and Sheila was no slouch, her being a lively slice of down under talent. Part of it was the caliber of the sleaze she was pleasing and part of it was just the way she liked to please the boys, but Sheila was aggressive with how she bumped her pelvis to his nose, encouraging him to sniff her snatch. When she crouched low, she pushed her tits to his snout and even growled at him, beckoning him to kiss one and nip the other.

All of this Kahnso obliged her in while his cock grew out of its sheath. A red rocket, drooling pre and flared with a thick knot - it was a scary challenge for all but the most experienced of girls and boys. Cali molested it with her greedy little paws, narrowly staying out of the way of Sheila's dirty work while she attended to her own. The fat knot was often groped and palmed; but the shaft itself was treated to a tugging handjob.

Part of what was spurring Cali to be such an aggressive cockslut was the fact that Kahnso had two oversized fingers buried in her snatch, pumping her with all the dumb brutality of a drunk and horny fuck. That was just fine for Cali whom squirmed and panted at the touch. She was so enthralled that she didn't even mind when Sheila nudged and stepped on her.

"Fuck me sideways," Kahnso blurted, grinding into Cali's paw and nipping the crease of Sheila's pouch. "Turn around, babe, let me see that fucking ass."

"Rrr, yeah, yuh a right propuh ass man," Sheila grinned, twisting around fast between his legs, moving with confidence despite how precariously close to his balls her feet came. She pouted her heart-stopping ass out just then, thus notching his nose into the crack. "That what you wanted, handsome?"

The calico felt snubbed when Kahnso slopped his fingers out of her and went for Sheila's ass cheeks. He didn't even lick his fingers clean before he started feeling the thylacine up, but Cali didn't relent in her play. She took her frustration out on his cock with rougher, faster jerks.

Kahnso was nearly hypnotized by Sheila's tan ass. He squeezed the gyrating cheeks, pried them apart and kissed the pucker between them, spurring Sheila to chuckle darkly.

"Easy sleazy Kocaine Kahnso," she said in wicked cadence. "My my, but you're a dirty type."

For the moment Kahnso didn't answer. He unhanded her cheeks, peppered them with kisses and then hugged her around the pelvis and nuzzled broadside into a warm curve. "Anything I want, I get - wasn't that the deal?"

"Exact words," Cali chuckled. Before Sheila could tease him any, the calico wagged Kahnso's plump cock and giggled, "What do you figure we should do with this?"

"I can think of a couple things," Kahnso sighed contentedly.

"Hah, from what I heard, you're usually thinkin' of Princess' things, all four of 'em," Sheila laughed. "Well, I figure I could give you that, o-o-or..."

"Or?" Kahnso sneered, flopping back and relaxing again.

Sheila answered with her body instead of words. Very smoothly she stepped onto the floor, and from there, she didn't waste even a second. Glancing back more to see Kahnso's expression than to guide herself, she pressed her ass crack against Kahnso's swollen shaft, chasing off Cali's grabby mitts. Rumbling a purr, she notched that fat flesh between her cheeks, tilted it back and started to grind.

"Ah, god," Kahnso dumbly grinned, "been a while since I had a nice, juicy hotdog. Can't even remember the last time." Further neglecting Cali, he wrapped his arms around the thylacine but not with the intent to interrupt her work. He only stroked up and down the dancer's body, of course palming her tits but also trailing the rim her pouch.

Down but not out, Cali asked Kahnso very bluntly and without an ironic smile, "Do you eat pussy, Kahnso?"

The fox blinked and looked from the corner of his eye at Cali. A bemused smile spreading over his face, he dirtily giggled, "Usually every meal, sweet thing."

While Sheila laughed at the exchange, Cali climbed up on Kahnso with all the finesse of climbing on a tailgate. She put a foot up on his shoulder, swung smoothly on her pads and dropped to seat herself on his shoulders but not in the typical arrangement: Cali had her pussy in Kahnso's face and her paws on the back of his head. Though Kahnso's paws stayed on Sheila, his tongue slopped out over Cali's feline cunt obnoxiously, leaving the lips smeared with drool and the clit well-loved with frequent tongue-lashes.

Everybody had their job and they stuck to them well. Cali kept her toned legs hooked over Kahnso's shoulders as she humped into his snout; and Sheila vigorously ground her taut ass back into his crotch, smearing pre all throughout her ass crack and thus giving herself a very lewd feeling of stickiness.

"Ahn, gawd," Cali huffed, holding onto Kahnso's ears like handlebars, "eat me, yes..."

Sneering and chuckling, Sheila just kept grinding back into Kahnso while the kitty had her fun. No doubt that tongue of his was a delightful thing to have slathering her cunt, but the thylacine was happy enough to grind on the rockstar and get him off in her own special way. How many girls could say they'd been hotdogged by Kocaine Kahnso? Probably quite a few, Sheila reconsidered, but it was fun all the same.

From between Cali's thighs, Kahnso grunted and moaned. The cat eased off her humping just long enough for him to choke a sentence out: "Ride me, babe, gimme that fucking pussy!" He dove back into Cali's muff and so the cat went right back at it herself, keeping her balance easily as felines are wont to do.

Considering that Cali was still stuck to Kahnso's face, Sheila knew whose pussy he wanted. That was just fine for her, and with a coy grin, the thylacine slipped off of Kahnso's cock one way just to descend in another. Gripping its pre-smeared length in a steadying paw, she pressed her wet snatch against its pointed tip and then she pressed down harshly, spearing open her folds.

"Ooh, ye-e-e-ah," Sheila hissed, slipping down, down, down Kahnso's swollen cock, taking in that plump slab of rockstar meat like she was born for it. Soon it felt like her cunt was bottoming out; but she pulled up and then ground back down again and Kahnso's cock wedged just a little further inside of her. She went at it again and again, each time burying him further, getting her pussylips closer to that knot. Kahnso didn't seem to care that she was just training herself. His eating was noisy and so were Cali's yowls and whimpers.

Hotly awaited by Sheila was that knot right up against her cunt, but when she felt it, she didn't rest on her laurels. Paws braced on the sofa and toes trying to curl on the floor, Sheila started to bounce on Kahnso hard and fast, far surpassing that almost lazy hotdogging she had given him and matching Cali almost grind for grind.

Even drunk and spoiled, Kahnso knew he was getting something special. Sheila was moving too fast to really feel up but Cali's nice, round tits were an easy mark. These he squeezed, tickling the plush nipples while he dutifully ate his fill of the pussy on his face. Her juices smeared onto his lips and tongue, filling his sinuses with musk and leaving him bucking dumbly up into Sheila. Sheila of course played off of his aggression by pushing down at the apex of every grind with a little practice and timing. The thylacine's well-stretched pussy was a few sizes too small for such a plump knot, but Sheila wanted it anyway. It was enough of an honor to get the rockstar dick, but Sheila wanted every inch of it.

Every few seconds, Kahnso shot a sticky wad of pre into Sheila, keeping that bouncing slippery and sloppy. It was hard to tell then whom he was more into; but it was safe to say he was loving all the attention and leave it at that. His masculine paws slipped down Cali's hard body, gripped her hips and held her still while he most ruthlessly devoured her pussy. Every buck upward for Sheila was awkward but the thylacine bridged the gap for him, shoving her pussy down against his lap with every ounce of her energy.

The room resonated with Sheila's heated cries and Cali's yowls, the latter more so when the small cat started to squirt. Gripping Kahnso's hair tightly and gasping, Cali came all over Kahnso's tongue and lips. Her tail lashed as if in anger, but in fact out of something much more pleasurable than that.

Tasting that sweet calico pussy was enough to get Kahnso ready to rut like a king. He grasped Cali's hips and peeled her off of his shoulders, the little cat coming off with a shriek but settling onto the couch in a huffing, blushing heap.

"Shit, c'mere," he panted to Sheila then, gripping her by the tits just briefly. He hurled his weight forward, fell to his knees, took Sheila with him and wound up on all-fours over top of her, catching his weight with his splayed palms.

Sheila gasped in fear that Kahnso might fall on her. When that proved to be far from the case, she grinned wide and pushed back against him - and he took that as the challenge she hoped it might come across as.

Already too far along to quit, Kahnso started to rut Sheila like a beast. From his lips dribbled Cali's sticky honey and into Sheila's pussy shot his copious pre. It was the fox's size which did it for Sheila, naturally, and all of her gasps, croons and noisy pleas for more had to do with just getting that terrible knot inside of her.

"Ah, fuck," Kahnso barked, grimacing while he nailed the thylacine. Cali watched in awe, secretly thankful that it wasn't her tight little pussy receiving such abuse. "You want the fuckin' knot, is that it?"

Sheila yowled and arched her back. She shoved her ass back against Kahnso and shuddered when that knot ground so lewdly against her without quite gratifying either of them. "I want it! Ah, damn, I want it!" she gasped in a frenzied and unprofessional manner.

Grinning from ear to ear, Kahnso wobbled up onto his knees and gripped Sheila's hips. Fucking her with all of his brutal strength and yanking her back for maximum leverage, Kahnso made it abundantly clear that he was through playing. Sheila didn't care what his mindset was and neither did she seem to care that her pussy was in fact very sore. She had a blissful, almost dumb grin on her face, her fiery red hair was dangling every which way like Kahnso's, and she was on the verge of one hell of a squirt.

The pretty Aussie tried to tell Kahnso just how close she was when the penny dropped. Shuddering, yowling and going taut against Kahnso, Sheila came with explosive force and thus drenched the rockstar's furry balls and sheath in sticky honey in a glaze to match his muzzle.

For Kahnso to feel those walls spasming around his meat was more than enough for him to get his business done. Snarling and frothing beastially with ears splayed down into his rat-nest hair, Kahnso tossed back his head and beat his hips against Sheila again and again. There was nothing more important than tying that knot as far as he was concerned, and with one triumphant near-roar which the rest of the club might have heard if not for the music, he popped that fat knot past Sheila's pussylips, tying her up and making her squeal and praise the rock god.

As if the knot weren't enough, Kahnso came a few seconds later. It was a colossal gush of slippery spunk which splattered into the thylacine like a tidal wave, bringing her an intoxicating feeling of deep, abiding warmth alongside the satisfaction of having gotten Kocaine Kahnso's spunk up inside of her.

Tied up and therefore stuck to Sheila for the moment, Kahnso relaxed on his knees and petted over her hips, his reverent touch driven by afterglow. "Ah... Fucking shit," he said in a leaden huff.

Sheila laughed weakly and put her head down in the carpet. "I agree," she sighed. "Gawd, I'm gonna be ruined for a month."

"Sorry, babe," Kahnso laughed. "It's better than an autograph, though..."

Cali yawned and sprawled on the sofa. In Kahnso's company and feeling dozy from her own climax, she didn't have a problem slacking. "That was fun... Princess is gonna be mad at us, though," she giggled.

Kahnso glanced back at the cat, grinning dumbly. "Why? Last I checked, I belong to all the ladies."

"Not the way Prin tells it," Sheila chuckled. "Not to worry. Yuh secret's safe with us," she cooed.

"No way," Cali grinned, "I'm gonna tell her as soon as my legs quit shaking."

The rockstar smiled devilishly. "So, never?"

--6

Before he dared leave, Kahnso had a few beers and an appetizer of nachos, and he enjoyed a show put on by neither Sheila or Cali, those two out of commission after his antics.

There at his table, Contessa tapped his shoulder and smiled when he met her eyes. Whatever had happened while he was off with Sheila and Cali had clearly involved her - she was stripped down to frilly thigh bands and nipple tassels. "Having a good evening?" she amicably asked.

Kahnso stood up to his tired legs and stretched. "I was just getting ready to head out," he sighed, "but yeah. Really good."

Contessa's smile took on a wry quality. "Wonderful to hear. I'm sure that doesn't have anything to do with Cali and Sheila going AWOL, right?"

"Oh, not at all. I haven't seen 'em," Kahnso winked. "You have a good night, Contessa. Tell Prin I said hi."

"Not a chance," Contessa chuckled. "But there is one thing before you go..."

The rockstar folded his arms, tilted his head.

"Make sure you stop by with Dusty, make sure your pass is working," Contessa said. "Hope to see you again soon."

Kahnso nodded, thanked Contessa and gave her paw a soft and gentlemanly shake. After a quick and uneventful encounter with Dusty, he was back in his SUV - passed out in the backseat like a tired child within minutes.