...."So anyway he had like seven of them in his car!" You say ecstatically, finishing up the story with passion. Your friend Mack laughed as he pushed open the door to the strip club, you were riding on his shoulder and super excited. Mack was a chubby Leopard in his late twenties, and your childhood best friend. You two did almost everything together, and when you found out that both of you had the hots for the same gender, things got even better. Today you were celebrating your birthday at the strip club, and there was something even better. The Dirty Dusk, the club you were trying tonight, had just opened a new stage to the public, one for human viewers only that they were calling the Humane Hall. The stage room was actually a small room for the anthro stripper with a pole in the center, and the walls were copious amounts of balconies that human spectators viewed from, leading to A LOT of close encounters with tongues, bulges, asses, and feet.
"I can't wait Mack, I hear my favorite dancer is going in the Humane Hall tonight." You say gripping the shirt of Mack tightly. He glanced at you and smiled.
"It gets better bro, I rented you the VIP spot." He said giddily. Your mouth dropped open. The VIP spot was a Cantilevered balcony that protruded out a good foot in anthro measurements into the stage, and was about level with most dancers waist, which of course meant a lot of close, personal encounters with the dancer. This on top of that alot of dancers use the VIP in their act, it was certainly going to be an interactive night.
"Mack how much did that cost? I don't know how to thank you!" You say running awkwardly down his shoulder and hugging his fuzzy neck. He purred and blushed, before holding up his phone.
"Send pics, I hear that your favorite has been using your spot as a dildo, not sure if its true, but snap some pics if he starts. Now here's your stop." Mack grabbed you with a practiced motion and placed you on a human walkway which led into a neon filled tunnel. You walked into the hall and came to a kiosk where a gentleman had a clipboard. You gave your name and he had you fill out some paperwork that had some stuff on it so if you got hurt it wasn't the clubs fault yada yada. You were escorted to an elevator that led down and opened to a balcony that was extremely narrow and surrounded by glass, at the end of it was a chair with a seat belt on it. You looked at it than looked around. The stage hall was cast in pink and blue neon light from the ceiling and lights that lined the numerous human balconies that had hundreds of human silhouettes bustling anxiously for the show to begin. You felt numerous eyes on you as the guide that had followed you out began to explain.
"The dancer is gonna greet you and include you in the show kid, at some point he's gonna ask if you wanna get personal. If you say yes, the glass walls around the balcony will retract and you'll be in contact with him, when he tells you to buckle up, you better buckle up, this things only been open a month and already two humans have gotten a ride backstage in the dancers rear, followed by a ride to the hospital shortly after. Just do what he directs and you'll do fine. Have fun. The guide said before walking away. You took a seat in the chair, not buckling up and after a few more minutes the lights dimmed and the crowd roared, you rocked back and forth, suspense killing you as your favorite dancer emerged through some curtains on the other side of the room...he stood tall and beautiful, his perfectly sculpted body catching the neon within his curves and giving him an alien glow....he was a...
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