"...And introducing on the main stage, for her first time today, our very own foxxy lady, Atlantis!"
The DJ's voice rang out through the club, catching the immediate attention of more than a few of its patrons. They were considered the regulars, the ones who knew most of the girls in the club by name, well, at least by bar name. There was another whose attention was captured simply because of the name. He turned to look at the stage from his stool at the bar.
A beautiful red fox stepped out onto the stage, wearing a deep green dancers bikini. Taking hold of the pole in the center of the stage, she strutted around the stage in time with the beat of the music. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his whole life, and he had been across the country more times than he could count. It would probably give him a headache anyway. He was trying to escape the headaches, that's why he came here in the first place. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Truthfully, he was getting lonely, and just wanted someone near to him that he could talk to whenever he needed to.
Atlantis flung herself around the pole holding on only with one leg wrapped securely around it, and one paw keeping her upper body level, so she seemed to glide down it. He thought it was rather odd at first, and then he realized why it seemed so. She had spund around the pole backwards, landing gracefully on her tail end. From there, she laid back on the stage, thrusting her hips up into the air as she reached around behind her and untied the bow that held her top in place. She then rolled over onto her belly, deftly sliding her top off over her head. She slid it across the stage, smiling and looking directly at him as she did so, almost as if offering it to him. She then got up on all fours and wriggled back and forth for a bit, fluffing her prretty red-and-white tail as she did so.
Another patron in the bar stepped up to the stage and tossed a single down. Atlantis stood back up and gracefully walked over to him, accentuating her hip swish as she did so. Oh, how her movements were as smooth as water flowing over pebbles in a stream. She stopped just in front of the man, apparently a shepherd breed, and tossed one leg gracefully over his shoulder. She took hold of his head with one paw and rocked her hips back and forth for a minute before removing her leg and kneeling down in front of him. She must know the man, since she spoke a few words to him and he laughed a bit before he responded. She smiled in return, stood up, and turned to walk the other way, flicking her tail across his nose as she turned. He mock-sneezed and stepped back to his seat.
She took hold of the pole once again and threw her leg around it, much as she had with the shepherd. Then she wrapped her recently exposed breasts nicely around the pole, rubbing their nipples together once she got them all the way around the pole. She was not very well endowed, but enough so that none would be wasted. And they seemed to just barely fit around the pole. She was all natural, one of the few in the club that was. Releasing her breasts, she leaned back from the pole, stopping when she was parallel with the floor of the stage. She brought her tail up and proceeded to use it to tease herself. She started at her chin, slowly sliding down to her breasts, where she took the time to tease each one with her fluffy tail before she caressed her belly and then let her tail slip between her legs. She stayed that way for only a few seconds before she released her tail and stood up again, pressing her body to the pole. Then she turned around, placed her paws on the pole above her head, and stepped away from the pole. She allowed her upper body to slide down to the floor, resting her head there as she brought her paws around to her T-bar front and gently patted herself a few times. Then she took hold of the pole again and gingerly climbed back up it, taking care not to grab any of her fur as she did.
She must dance to this song often, he thought to himself. She reached the fully upright position just as the DJ began making his next announcement, praising her and trying to get more tips for her and everyone else who worked there, while at the same time introducing who was coming up on stage next. As the DJ spoke, Atlantis padded over to where her stage tip lay and retrieved it, then snatched her top up off the floor and began to put it back on as she stepped off the stage and headed for the second stage. All the girls in the club had to do at least two stage dances in a row before they could work the crowd.
She danced somewhat differently on the second stage, but not so much different where the sensualness was concerned. Taking his eyes off her for just a minute, he noticed that most of the bars patrons, as well as most of the bouncers, had their eyes glued to her every move. She got two more stage dances before the song ended and she stepped off that stage to start her rounds of the bar. First she went over to the man who had come up to her while she was on the main stage. Apparently he really liked her way of entertaining, because he stood up and ecsorted her to what was called the Champaign Room. That room was half concealed from outside viewers, with a three-foot wall around it hiding the couches from view of anyone not standing right there. As she started her dance, one of the bouncers, a big bull mastiff, stepped over near to the entrance of the room and stood guard, making sure that Atlantis didn't get hurt in any way. That was part of the bouncers job.
Several songs later Atlantis stepped away from the couch and the shepherd exited the room. a big smile across his jowels. A moment later, Atlantis stepped back into view. The mastiff held out a paw to her and she took it, allowing him to help her down the steeply inclined ramp leading up to the room. She gave him a hug, speaking something into his ear as she did so, and then headed off to find the other two men that had tipped her on stage. Each of them took at least two table dances from her, but neither one escorted her into the Champaign Room or the VIP Room. After she finished with them, she looked around the bar and started walking gracefully from person to person in a clockwise direction, asking each in turn if they would like a dance, or something. Not being able to hear over the volume of the music made him have to assume what it was she was saying, and what each answer was. She had to make two more stage appearances before she had made one complete circuit around the bar. When she stopped getting yes as an answer to her queries, she stepped over to the bar beside him.
"Good morning!" she said with a cheerful smile as she leaned against the bar rail. She pulled a single from her T-bar string and set it on the bar in front of her. "Hey Shorty! I'll have a cola with no ice, please." A black poodle with fur that really ought to be trimmed soon came over to her and filled a glass from a nozel behind the bar. Placing it on the bar with one paw, Shorty took the single up with her other paw. "I see you're enjoying yourself again tonight Atlantis. Do you ever have a bad night?" He voice was more like claws on a chalkboard than a voice. He cringed just a bit, trying not to make it that noticeable.
"Occasionally. But even my bad nights are better than where I was before I came here. Cheers!" She raised her glass to Shorty, who took up a glass from beneath the bar in return, then each of them took a swallow or two. Shorty turned back to make the specials that the DJ had just called out, shaking her head in amusement as she walked away. Atlantis turned and sat down on the stool next to him, watching the dancer currently on stage as she took a drink. "So her voice gets to you that much, does it?" she asked.
"What?" He hadn't expected to be talked to by anyone other than the barkeeper.
"Shorty's voice. It gets to you right here" she said, pressing one nail right against his temple.
"Oh, yeah. It really does. Worse than chalkboard squeaks" he answered back.
"Well, if you're around her long enough, you get used to it. You just passing through?"
"Not really. More like just coming out." She looked at him with her head cocked to one side, one ear laid down forward. "No! No! Not out of the closet! Just... out of my hole. My job has become something of an all-consuming thing in my life right now, and I'm really just trying to find someone to socialize with that's not also someone I work with. I don't want to talk about work all the time." He hung his head and took a sip of his drink.
"Well..." she said, finishing hers and setting the glass back on the bar, "If you want to talk about something different, come back here more often. We can talk about whatever you want. Provided I'm not too bust to take a few minutes rest. I'm off Friday's and Saturdays, and start my shift at four." She smiled again at him, then stood up and started to walk away.
"Wait!" She stopped and half turned back to him. "Would you like to go and have a coffee after you get off tonight?" He was hoping she'd say yes.
"Sorry, no. I don't drink coffee. But you can keep trying." She smiled again, turned back around and walked around to the other side of the bar, opposite the stages, where he could just barely see her. He finished his drink, set the glass on the bar, and got up to leave the club.
He couldn't stop thinking about her. At least twice each week he'd stop back at that bar and talk with her. Each time he finished with the same question: Would you like to go and have coffee after work? And each time she gave the same answer: No, I don't drink coffee. This kept going on for almost a month, when he finally decided that'd he'd never get to know this beautiful lady outside of that bar. He dicided to go and see her one last time before returning to his dull, monotonus life of work-and-only-work. They didn't talk about much of anything important, they never did, but this time the talk didn't last as long. He stood up to leave, and she stopped him.
"Well?" she said.
"Well what?"
"Aren't you going to ask me out for coffee?"
"Do you want me to?" She nodded in response. "Well, then, would you like to go out for coffee after you get off work tonight?"
"Yes, actually, I would." He was in a state of shock! He had completely given up hope, and then, suddenly, out of the blue, she said yes! He felt like running outside and howling in joy! "I'm planning on leaving around eleven. Pick me up here, then we can go somewhere together. OK?" He nodded rather dumfoundedly and headed for the door. Just before he got there, the bull mastiff was standing in front of him, looking down at him with a paw held out to stop his forward progression.
"I know what she asked of you. And I'll tell you right now, I have all of your personal information, and if so much as one hair on her tail is harmed, I will come after you and I will kill you. Do you understand?" His voice seemed to come from somewhere beneath the floor.
"Yes, but I wouldn't hurt her. I just want to get to know her better. Besides, I think I could take you." He was almost offended at the thought of being threatened by this bouncer, but she did seem to have some sort of attachment to him, so he did understand the protectiveness.
"Huh! You might give it a good try. Just because you're a rottweiler doesn't mean you're invincible. I've won against others like you before. You bring her home safe, or else," the mastiff growled at him.
Believing the mastiff to be telling the truth, he nodded and left the bar.