Chapter #4Strips aren't my kind of place. by: Juac   You were invited to a male stripper club by a new friend of yours, Derek. As far as you can tell; he's obnoxious, goofy, wants people to suffer, and doesn't care for anything but himself. Thus the only reason you are letting him take you too this place that doesn't fit your wants is because he has a very sly tongue. You may have made the unfortunate mistake of kissing it when he got you drunk one night. You know he sees you as a follower, just someone to call on when he wanted you. Which is why you had the full intention of telling him you don't want to see him anymore and that you were much better off dead than being with him. You weren't going to be treated like a fool by someone not worth your time and it was about time you let him know that. You planned it on the car ride, you'd tell him during the party so it would be ruined. Making an example of him in front of the other useless and drunk idiots he's going to fondle tonight while your stuck at a table alone.
When the car stopped you were in an alleyway in front of a large neon sign in pink and blue. It read 'CrystaL Spike', which amused Derek and his friends. The letters designed a cat anthro holding and licking a blue spike which was actually the letter 'L' in the name. You hid your disgust and before you knew it you were inside sitting in a chair watching them get drunk. While you stared up at a cheetah on the pole and runway. Everyone knew this was more than a dance club, it was a male whore house. The owner was known to kidnap anthro children and force them to work here. But the police could never get evidence. You were beyond sorry for anthros being exploited like that.
One thing you did have to give them props for though, the place was high class. Blue velvet interior with a curved bar near the front doors, two glass sheets on either side of the runway. And a large embedded seating area in the center.
"Hey, drink something! Your glass is empty! Hey, another beer!" Derek broke your silence with his usual loud mouth.
"No I don't want to drink, remember I need to drive you all home tonight," you were the only designated driver. Not like any of them could drive well plastered or sober.
"Fu...that's right, guess I'll just drink it then," he took your newly filled glass and washed it down. "Hey I got a little surprise for ya." The others started laughing.
"A little night special, we know you'll like it," one of them burst out banging on the table.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Heh, shoot man you know what we're talking about. I saw you looking at those pictures of those little furry bastards on your computer. You like em young don'tcha!" They were all laughing except you.
You were ready to leave, your plan was falling apart because you didn't want to spend another second in this place with them or any of the other pieces of shit you were around. You weren't looking at porn of young anthros. It was pictures of children being taken captive while their parents were beaten and held back. Although anthros were a legitimate part of society they had only appeared within the last twenty or thirty years. The high demand for them made them get tracked down by fanatics who took it to an extreme. You were watching what you wanted to stop, oppression of furred and scaled people.
"Don't get so quiet man he'll be here soon! Hey waiter, we ordered this guy a special now where the fuck is his furry!"
"Sorry, we're having a shortage since it's a busy day."
"Don't give me that! Get our friend some service or we're going to your boss! How ya like that Bitch!!" If it weren't so embarrassing you'd have already left, but you were glued to your seat by the stupidity and discomfort.
When you were finally able to form a sentence you almost gave them a piece of your mind they wouldn't soon forget. But, just before you could the waiter brought in a tied and bound figure. He was thin and small with white fur and shoulder length white hair. His ears were pointed back and a thin white tail with a single black ring in its fur. They had dressed him in a bondage outfit of a few black leather straps connected to a silver ring on his back. He had a red ball mouth gag and a white cloth blindfold. His hands were tied back as he was led to your table, wobbling by the motions of the waiter who jerked him like a toy. Which you knew was exactly what they thought of him and every other furry in the place, 'Toys'.
You were too stunned to move as the cat was placed in front of you and forced to kneel down in front of your chair. He had bruises, burns, and cuts under some parts of the leather that were barely hidden. When he kneeled in front of you the waiter untied the rope and took off the blindfold. He had huge beautiful blue eyes that shimmered like the ocean, and seemed like they could cry enough to fill it. There was a large bruise over one of them and the other had just finished releasing tears before he was brought in. He cringed and trembled as he forced a smile behind the gag which was removed.
"What the fuck is this! We talked over the phone that there was one ready for him, and don't tell me this is him! This is Shit!!"
"Sorry sir, the one you ordered yesterday was diagnosed with an STD last night from one of our customers and had to be removed."
"And this was the best you got!?"
As you heard this a hatred welled deep inside you. And a fear of just how much blood you were ready to spread on the floor when you were done. You are an expert in three martial arts and had a calm demeanor, but this was the one piece of life that sickened you to the point of rage. Forced prostitution. And as you clenched your fists and closed your eyes in your seat you were about to stand up until you heard a voice from between your legs.
"T-twen-ty p-per hour," he began feeling up your leg with his small trembling hands, "n-no re-f-funds unless mer-me-merchan-dise is unsat-satisfactory." He began to unbutton and unzip your pants and reaching inside. This was his first time...this was one of the newest children taken from their home and he had just been finished being beaten until he did what he was told. He caressed you and was about to put his face in your pants. He didn't even know what he was doing, he wasn't told that he was already paid for.
The waiter and Derek had just finished arguing, "I'm terribly sorry sir. I will have half of the payment sent back to you by your account."
"Fuck, you had better...hey I think he likes you...where the fuck you going!?"
"I'm leaving," you said as you got up and were about to turn and leave. But as you did you felt something tug on your leg, it was him. He was crying and kept trying to reach up to your pants zipper. You couldn't look at him.
"Hey, don't get so worked up it's his first time give him a chance. I bet he's still a virgin too man! That would be sweet! AAAAGH!!!" You elbowed Derek in the neck sending him flying across the room and slamming into the table across from you. After seeing him twitch on the floor you turned to look at the boy who was still on the ground petrified, staring at Derek.
Before someone could charge you and take you out you picked him up and ran to the bathroom taking a chair with you and blocking the door with it. The cat boy was still in your arms as bouncers banged on the door. The windows at the back of the bathroom weren't blocked by bars, you took the advantage and left through the window and closed it to make them think you were still in one of the stalls. You knew the reason you took him, but weren't sure of what to do. You just ran thinking sensibly 'Where's the best place to go?'   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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