**Author's Note: Though we are going through a pandemic and most are staying home, I am an essential personnel and so still working so my stories will be coming at not the same frequency but expect delays. I hope everyone stays well and healthy! This story takes place in the same universe as my previous series "Cat Scratch Fever".
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Ebony had never been to any kind of strip club before tonight. She knew of course the strip clubs with women as the entertainment had an environment that was much more controlled, reserved even. Male bouncers watching the male customers to make sure they behave and don't get aggressive or harass the girls working. All very disciplined.
The Scratching Post didn't have such restraints. Ebony saw women giving the male strippers blow jobs, the males fingering the girls, women grinding on the males' naked cocks while one woman licked whip cream off of his nipples. Most of this was not even on stage! Ebony could even see a male stripper pummeling a woman against the wall while the woman moaned passionately. The sound was drowned out by the club music but Ebony could see the glow about her face even in the shadows of the disco lights.
The musky smell of cheap sex, sweat, and faded cologne assaulted her senses. Ebony fought the rise of bile in her throat. Why did her nose have to be so sensitive? Her tastebuds and nose helped her business to be successful but right now they were making her want to run out of that place.
Ebony had no idea why she came out tonight. But Amara and Suki insisted. Ebony worked too hard. She was a consummate pastry chef and her bakery was a success. The best mixed berry strudels in Chicago. She owned Delice et Chocolat with a partner David Gonzola but Ebony never took time off. She was 28 years old and hadn't had a date or gotten laid in 4 years.
Suki and Amara were fellow chefs who worked at her restaurant. Suki was a tall and lithe Asian woman with dyed blond hair that framed her long yet elegant face and small yet plush mouth. Amara was a black woman with a statuesque figure with a rocking booty and firm round 36 B breasts, perky and high on her chest. Ebony was the only short round one. An hourglass figure with curves in the right places and yet she felt like her parts would fall out in the tight wrap dress her friends urged her into.
Ebony enjoyed being a chef. She loved making dishes, tasting them, giving them her special spin. A few past boyfriends have called her fat and had told her she should lose weight. Cooking was the only constant in her life and the only part she felt she had any control over. Strict religious parents and an emotionally, sometimes physically abusive older brother who grew meaner since the car accident left him unable to walk. He was a football star in high school but one drunken drive later he became bitter with the prospect of being an invalid. Ebony felt sorry for him... at first. The accident did nothing to humble him. Running away at 16 she found solace in working in a restaurant.
From there she became a culinary genius and was able to gain her own independence. But when it came to romance, Ebony was never one to take the initiative. Suki and Amara were both outgoing and extroverted. They always pushed Ebony to try new things. Going to a male strip club was only one of their latest adventures. They meant well, however, Ebony felt totally out of place.
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Saber loved shy girls. In every shy girl there's a voracious sex kitten purring underneath. If one is patient enough to discover her that is... The one sitting with 2 other girls in the corner of the club seemed especially shy. She had long curly dark hair, the kind that Saber liked to wrap around his fist while he rode a woman hard. The woman wore a simple crimson wrap dress. The dress hugged her curves like a long time lover. The deep red contrasting against her alabaster skin.
She looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but here. A notorious male strip club where every male stripper was a cat shifter aptly named "The Scratching Post". Every man was muscular, sleek and sinewy with tattoos and piercings. Saber's tattoos were two tigers fighting, one white the other black in a yin-yang fashion on his back and then there were the kiss marks tattooed on his rippling stomach. One was just above his cock. Girls found it kinky. And then there were the tattoos he was less fond of but he was required to have: the tiger stripes along his arms that marked him as a tiger. Big, powerful, and fierce. Born with the urge to make a woman come multiple ways until he was spent all over her.
Saber returned his attention to the shy woman and her friends. Her two friends were the exact opposite of her. Her one friend was a slender Asian with blond hair and plush red lips and high cheek bones while the other was black with a boy's cut and her hair was dyed pink and she had a nose ring. She reminded Saber of a picture he saw of the bust of Nefertiti, a regal profile and a head made for a crown.
While they drooled and whistled at the sexy mouth watering man meat dancing on stage, the brunette was trying to curl into a ball while nursing a pink drink with a lemon floating in it. The drink was more ice than liquor.
Alvis, a white tiger shifter with the same tiger stripe tattoos on his arms, walked over to the trio wearing his winning "I'm-so-sexy" smile complete with "Fuck-me" eyes in nothing but tight zippable leather pants. He had a certain arrogant swagger that Saber found laughable but most of the female customers loved it. His white muscles glistening with glitter, sweat and AXE body spray, Alvis sauntered over to the trio. The blond Asian gave him a provocative smirk while pulling the front of his leather pants and stuffing a $20 bill down in there.
The white tiger swayed his hips in a slow hypnotic rhythm. He seemed to catch the shy brunette's attention who then averted her gaze, her face dark with a flush of embarrassment. The black woman with pink hair leaned back as Alvis unbuttoned the top of his tight leather pants to reveal the blue thong he always wore underneath. The blonde asian woman boldly leaned forward and licked his rippling stomach. Alvis leaned over the black woman while stroking the Asian woman's face. He pressed his crotch against the black woman's womanhood and she writhed beneath him. The black woman answered with her fingers clawing down his back to stroking over his round clenching ass.
Saber chortled. The mousy woman blushed bright red at the brazen sexual display. She was adorable. But he felt a twisting in his stomach when Alvis tried to entice the shy woman. The white tiger left the other woman and sauntered over to the blushing brunette. Saber felt a possessiveness burn inside that he had never felt before.
Alvis stroked the shy woman's dark curls, the brush of his fingers making her quiver, but not with desire. The white tiger leaned forward whispering encouragements in the woman's ear. One of her friend's gave Alvis $200. Saber knew what that meant. A private show. He should leave it alone. He had customers too. A few regulars came tonight and wanted their own private show. But...
Saber made his way to the back where the champagne rooms were. He might regret this but his gut had never been wrong before. Besides the thought of that angel being man handled by Alvis who was known to be aggressive made his inner beast growl with outrage.
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The stripper, Alvis, was persistent.
"I promise you'll enjoy this, baby girl," Alvis flashed his million dollar grin. Other girls would have swooned but it only made Ebony uneasy. He reminded her of Gaston from "Beauty and the Beast". Handsome, strong yet a beast lay within and would pounce at the slightest provocation.
