In a fit of impulsiveness, you throw caution to the wind and leap at the tiger's swaying tail. You manage to catch hold of it despite how it swings from side to side, and you cling fast to avoid being thrown aside. Before you can complete the second part of your plan and scale the tail to reach the safety of the waitress's apron she begins to walk away from the table and onto the next, taking you with her!
Her tail swings from side to side as she sways in her gait, moving like she's halfway between graceful and tipsy, while giving you a serious case of seasickness. You manage to hold on as tight as you can though, as she reaches her next table and begins serving her next round of drinks. As she bends over the table, she lifts her tail and you over her ass. You're face to face to her sweaty, musky striped posterior when you hear her groan.
"Oh hold on fellas..."
She says, grunts, and blasts a putrid gust of some real meaty, beer-soaked flatulence right in your face. The gale storm of gas nearly flings you from her tale in its smelly swath, but you manage to hold tight.
"Ahaha, hell yeah, that was a good one!" she says.
You're starting to reconsider using her as a means of transport. From your current height, you could probably leap off her tail and onto one of the tables instead, but do you risk it?
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