The first thing that touched the senses in Sinner's Corner was the smell of sin, and the hot, musky sensation of debauchery.
"Give it up for our favorite dangerous huntress--the leader of the pride and stealer of hearts and husbands: El Diablo Gato!"
Music boomed from everywhere in the room. The heart pounding beat kept the dancer on the stage, grinding and swaying her sultry feline hips. The lights from above shone over her naked body and left nothing to the imagination. She twirled around on a silver pole, grinding along its girth, and spinning on it like a spider dangling from a web. A tattoo shaped like a heart encased in thorns was on her exposed neck.
As she danced, all eyes were on her. The longer she danced, the more clothes would fly off. She made it painful. Slow. She wanted them to want her to undress and show her goods. She would lick her lips in delight as she stared at the numerous pairs of eyes gawking at her body, exposing itself piece-by-piece until nothing was left to be undressed. The crowd went wild with lust, begging for more and craving a feel. Hands were reaching out to toss a dollar as close to her as possible, or to sneak a feel.
None would succeed, but she made it somewhat easy, either with a sway of her tail, or a delayed movement. Regardless of what she did or how she moved, she did it as if she was in control.
Exactly where she liked to be.
The lioness crawled on her hands and knees towards the crowd as if she was prowling for a meal.
Her alluring eyes glared fiercely through her voluminous red hair. Her black claws could claw through a man if she wanted to. Her head was full of naughty ways to make a man surrender, and her naked body, covered in fur as golden as a savanna, extended from her head to the tip of her graceful tail.
Her sharp gaze glazed over the many smiling faces. Some weren't smiling, and instead, gazed at her body with a hungry scowl, drinking away their need to wrap their hands around her and ravage her under a dim light. The stage was littered with cash. More rained from the sky, born from the pockets of infidelity.
Her eyes stopped on a man in the center of the crowd, a lonely deer in a suit and tie. Sweat beaded down his forehead as her claw beckoned him, curling towards her to pull his interest towards the stage. He lightly tugged his collar as he stood and followed her call. Before he could even grasp his senses, he was thrown to the ground and pounced on by her: El Diablo Gato.
"Uh oh!" said the announcer, "Looks like El Diablo Gato is hungry. Come on--Are you gonna let her eat in silence? Give her some noise!" Cheers and shouts filled the room.
The feline's sharp and deadly teeth hovered at his crotch, where his anxiety lied to him in the form of a throbbing mountain in his pants. Her fangs pulled the zipper of his slacks down. Her sharp and narrowed pupils stared at him like two amber colored daggers, daring him to move an inch before she could free him.
His uncut herbivore meat sprang free from the confines of his hot underwear, and the moist and eager meat almost slapped her in the eye. While the crowd was shocked that the scrawny man, certainly dragged there by a friend or driven by curiosity, had such a heater packed in his drawers, the lioness was only more intrigued.
Her flat tongue ran across her lips, and her claws hooked into his abdomen. She pulled herself up as he winced in hot and exhilarating pain. As intimidating as her prowess was, the immense heat from her lower loins against his pulsing cock did nothing to help him fight against her whims. He surrendered to his body, as he did to hers.
All the air left his lungs as she lowered herself down over his raging meat. Her claws sunk down into his chest to pin him to the stage, painted with singles and benjamins. He dared not move, lest he be devoured by her smiling teeth. Instead of arguing or protesting the raunchy display, the crowd seemed to get even more excited. Singles turned into tens, and tens turned into twenties.
Her lips lifted and dropped on the defenseless man, who could do nothing but lay there like a good boy. Finally, she gave him some freedom, but it came with a leash. She allowed him to touch her body while she gave everyone behind them a wet and sloppy view of her hot feline pussy swallowing his meat whole, regardless of his pulsing girth's size. But he'd best not push too far, or he'd end up on the wrong end of her claws.
He sunk his hands into her bouncing breasts. The deer groaned in immense pleasure as his natural predator asserted her dominance and showed everyone that any pole belonged to her--not just a pole made of silver and metal. Her pierced nipples fit perfectly into his palms.
She smiled down at him as her pace picked up. The cheers and applause got louder and more starved. They wanted more. She was going to take it, whether he liked it or not.
She licked her teeth and let out a deep growl. The music felt more intense as he could feel the pounding of its bass through the stage into his back. But it proved inferior to the rough and predatory pounding coming from the lifting and dropping of the lioness's exquisitely shaped hips. His pants were a mess at this point. Her juices had sunk through the fabric of his slacks, and left her scent on his fur within for any missus he might encounter to be wary.
Her claws sunk harder into his body. Any more force and she'd puncture his flesh. She slammed her dominant hips into his, claiming the bounty of her hunt as her own and only hers. At least until she's had her fill--
A fill that he couldn't hold back anymore.
As the lioness wrapped her hand around his tie and growled deeply, he curled his toes, feeling all of his week's supply being drained in front of the dozens of people in the crowd. The lioness wrapped her hand around his tie and growled deeply, pulling her pussy all the way up to the peak of his pulsing meat.
