An hour or two passes with you lazing on your comfy chair listening to the sensual noises coming from the stage. Your cock has grown firm but you've resisted the urge to mess with it. Gotta save that for the show.
The same Sylveon from earlier, Rin, appears off to the side of your vision. She's naked now and is cradling a bulgy, gurgling pink-white belly mass. She stops in front of you with a rather dramatic moan. "Mmmmmff... Hey Ky-Ky... boss says it's time for you to go." You stand up and tentatively reach out a hand to feel her gut. "...May I?" She nods drowsily. "Suuure..."
You press a paw into the mass and it squishes inward, sloshing around the thick fluid. You can feel the weight of it shifting about, causing loud gurgles and groans. "Ooh, nice and mushy. What was it?" She sighs at the feeling of her gut squishing around. "Mmn... some bitchy Vulpix girl. She was an easy meal. Tasted pretty good too..." *urp!* The Sylveon giggles after the excess air escapes her system. You give her belly one more tight grope before taking off toward the stage. "You have fun with that, Rin. I'll see you later!" She gives you a playful spank as you pass by. "Good luck, Luxy boy!"
You stop before the curtain and look yourself over one last time. ...Damn, I am sexy. Your shaft is rock-hard after the encounter with Rin but you give it a few flicks just to be safe. You take a deep breath and push your way through the curtain and out onto the stage. It is composed of three linked circular platforms, each with a pole in the center. The outer two are both occupied by girls already so you strut out to the middle one. The neon lights and pumping music strike your senses.
Upon reaching the pole you wrap one arm around and twist your legs together, leaning backwards and spinning around a few times. You look out into the crowd with your well-practiced naughty blush. "Who wants me?" The expressions in the crowd are mixed as always. You can't see any girls right off but you could easily be missing something.
You follow up by leaning into the pole and swinging your ass around, causing your tail to fling out like a propeller. The rump seems to be where most of your work gets done and you have no problem with that. You turn back and continue with your routine. Now either someone's going to come up and ask for you, or you're just going to look silly for a while before they call you offstage.
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