Questionable Decisions (Patreon)

It had been a long time since Alex played any sort of private gig; at least two or three years at this point. While she couldn’t remember what her last private gig was, she remembered her first like it was just yesterday.

It wasn’t the moment that she was “discovered”, but it was her very first time playing for an audience of people made up entirely of strangers. No friends, no family, just people she had never seen before who were out for the night trying to have a good time. It was at a speakeasy sort of place, the ones where you had to find a hidden door and give a password to get in. It was called Hiding in Havana and as the name probably gives away, was themed after 1960s Cuba. With warm lights that mimicked the tropical sun, liquor shelves lined with the finest of South American spirits (mostly tequila), and authentic Cuban cigars as thick as the Hulk’s fingers laid out in glass display cases like cheap perfume at Macy’s, the place had a relaxed sort of vibe and almost constant thick clouds of smoke from the cigars that were being smoked. With a piano that cost more than her tiny apartment, a guitar that could have bought a car, and a mic that was the price of three months’ worth of groceries, the tigress sang her heart out while men in suits holding cigars and women in dresses holding flutes of champagne watched her like she was a piece of real estate up for grabs for them to buy and rent out to millennials like her who could only afford to rent, never to buy.

“I know love isn’t fair, I know the heart wants what it wants…” the tigress sang into the microphone as her fingers hammered the piano keys with the same pent-up anger she had felt while she wrote the song. She tried her best to keep her eyes open as she performed, but the song was an emotional one, which made it difficult. The tiger had been told that if she wanted to make it in the music business, she had to work on numbing herself to her songs just a little bit so that she opened her eyes and didn’t look like she was sleepwalking her whole performance. She found that a bit odd and didn’t really believe it, however, she still closed her eyes a lot while she sang and she didn’t have a record contract yet, so it must be true. 

Her face was so close to the microphone that the keen-eared would have been able to hear her shaky breath after she delivered each lyric. 

“There’s no way to prepare… For burning brutal rejection…”

No one knew who the tigress playing the piano and singing sad songs was, but they were impressed. People weren’t singing along because the only person who knew the lyrics was Alex. But the audience started to smile and nod their heads, some of them even raised their eyebrows in surprise for a few seconds before giving that subtle millionaire nod of approval.

“I know it takes some time. To feel the pain of losing a lie…”

Alex wasn’t paid for her performance, at least not in cash, but she was given unlimited free drinks and food for the night, which wasn’t ideal, but it was good enough for her to accept the gig. The bar was fancy, the patrons were wealthy, and maybe someone there was of importance somewhere in the music industry. And even if that wasn’t the case, she would still be able to get her time’s worth of drinks and food out of it. She had to start somewhere, right?

The tigress didn’t meet anyone from the music business that night, but she did make a couple hundred in tips and met a few politicians who looked like they knew what it was actually like in Cuba in the 1960s. After performing, mingling, and drinking her time’s worth of Grey Goose, the tigress took a cab home and woke up the next day with the worst hangover of her life and half a notebook full of lyrics that she barely remembered putting pen to paper. Not all unpaid gigs were bad, she got a whole debut album’s worth of material out of that one.

But the tigress was a firm “no” when her manager came to her with a new private gig request. 

“Why would I do a private club night when I can do another stop on the tour in the same city for even more money?” Alex furrowed her brows as she looked over her shoulder at Logan, her manager. She held her gaze in the raccoon’s direction for a few seconds before she turned back to look at her reflection in the vanity mirror and continued penciling in her eyebrows. The tigress had naturally thick eyebrows, but due to a recent unfortunate accident involving a kitchen stove at her friend Charlie’s new boyfriend’s place, her left one had become temporarily thin. She had a show to do, she couldn’t go out there with uneven eyebrows; TMZ was not making a DIME off of her today. 

The pantsuit-adorned raccoon rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, a move she only pulled whenever business negotiations were about to get serious, or when her client was being a baby. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“What is there to finish? I don’t do private clubs anymore; they are a waste of my time. You should know this Logan, aren’t you the one always telling me not to accept being lowballed for my time?” the tigress raised her voice slightly as she was getting slightly annoyed by her manager’s persistence, but it could have also been the mistake that she made with her eyebrow pencil after her hand slipped and drew a dark brown line across her forehead. She grabbed a wet wipe, quickly rubbed the stray line off of her forehead, and resumed penciling in her eyebrow. 

“You didn’t hear how much they’re willing to pay, yet.” Logan had an incredibly smug look plastered all over her face, one that Alex could see even through the vanity she was staring into, which was designed to focus the light only on the person looking into it. Alex shifted her attention to the raccoon’s reflection in her mirror and raised her eyebrows at her. She lifted her brow pencil up higher, too, and kept applying.

“How much?” Alex asked. 

Logan pushed herself from the wall that she was leaning against and approached the tigress. Normally, the raccoon was a fast-walker, for efficiency and time management and all that nonsense, but this walk was slow; she took each step carefully, intentionally putting her entire foot down with each stride. The suspense was killing Alex, so much so that she stopped what she was doing with her brows and turned her head over her shoulder to look at her. 

The tigress looked like an annoyed, spoiled, diva of a popstar as she gave her manager the dismissive Regina George stare. “How much? One mil?” the tigress scoffed and turned back to her mirror to finish up her eyebrows. The raccoon shook her head and mouthed “more” as her proud businesswoman smile grew and grew across her bandit-mask-wearing face. 

Alex continued to color in her eyebrow, a little more aggressively now as she just wanted to get it over with and do her show. She looked at her manager’s reflection in the mirror when she suggested that the offer for her to play the private event was more than a million. She wasn’t surprised as she had been offered more before. As her brown pencil created the illusion that she hadn’t burned off her eyebrow, she continued. “Two?”

The raccoon shook her head again and was already smiling from ear to ear, but somehow, she was able to smile even more. She shook her head and mouthed the same word again. 

Alex went wide-eyed but furrowed her brows together, surprised that the offer was higher than the two million she guesstimated and concerned that someone was willing to pay her so much for a private event. 

“Three?”

“More.”

“Four?”

“More.”

“FIVE???”

The raccoon pointed finger guns at Alex, bent her thumbs as if they were hammers on her imaginary revolvers, and made a clicking noise with her tongue. “Tk. Bingo. Five mils for a night’s work.” 

The tigress froze in place and continued to stare at her raccoon manager through the mirror in front of her. After a few seconds of staring, she smiled and jumped out of her seat. “What did you tell them? I am doing it, right? That’s a LOT of money.” Alex approached her manager with grabby hands like Scrooge McDuck. She stopped a foot away from her, clasped her hands together against her left cheek, and put forth her very best cute cat eyes. She fluttered her eyelids, spread a soft and toothy smile across her face, and even lifted a paw up to stand on just one foot while she waited for her manager to respond. 

Logan had been Alex’s manager for long enough to know her feline tricks. The way her eyes went all wide and her eyelids fluttered was cute, yes, but her Puss in Boots ways had no effect on her; as her manager, she had to learn to resist the cuteness of the striped feline, to not let her always have her way. It was hard to say no to those eyes in the beginning, but the more the tigress used it on the raccoon, the more immunity she built up to it. Plus, she was into guys, even if she did check many of the “looks like a lesbian” boxes. If she were one, maybe, just maybe, the tigress would have had her way more. But then again, the tigress did not always make the best choices and her career would not be where it was if she had a manager who was just a yes-man who ate her pussy 24/7. 

The raccoon continued to smile at her client and friend as she hopped up and down excitedly. “I’ll call them back and tell them now,” she said. The way that she looked at Alex was a little bit off; the look on her face shifted from that proud smugness from earlier into what looked like her trying to suppress laughter. 

With a happy sigh, Logan opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by one of the sound guys knocking on the door to Alex’s dressing room and poking his head in. 

‘Knock, knock, knock.’

Logan turned to look at the door with a slightly annoyed expression on her face. She hated being interrupted. After the three knocks, the door opened just enough for a head to pop through, and in popped the headset and head of one of the sound guys.

“Excuse me.” The arctic fox said as he poked his headset-wearing head into the room. When he was met with Logan’s glare, he gulped audibly before nodding at her and turning to smile at Alex. “Five minutes to showtime, Alex.” 

Alex smiled back at him and nodded. “Thanks, I’ll be right out.” 

With Alex informed on how much time she had left before her show, the fox slipped away and closed the door behind him. Once the door was closed, Logan turned back around to look at Alex again and nodded. “Easy five mil.” 

“Easy five mil,” Alex repeated and shrugged her shoulders. With a bright smile spread across her face as she looked at her manager, she looked away for a second and glanced at the clock on the wall above the door. 

6:56 PM, Alex’s show started at 7 PM.

With her smile returned to her face, Logan put a hand on the tigress’s shoulder and gave her a couple of pats. “So, I will call them, let them know you are down, and I’ll let you know the details when I get them, yeah?” 

Alex puckered her lips at the raccoon and made a kissy face. “Thank you, you’re the best. But now, showtime. Wish me luck, and hope that the power doesn’t go out mid-show like it did yesterday.” With just 3 minutes to show time, the tigress purred and brushed by her manager to make her way to the door. 

Logan grabbed Alex’s arm and stopped her, causing the tiger to turn to look at her with three confused furrowed brows. With one hand firmly gripped around Alex’s arm to stop her from leaving, the raccoon licked the thumb on her other hand to cover it in a little bit of her saliva and brought it up to Alex’s eyebrow. She pressed her thumb against the tigress’s forehead, slid it across toward the center, and pulled her finger away with a satisfied smile on her face. She turned her thumb over as she brought it back and chuckled at the brown stain it had left on her gray fur. She then showed Alex her thumb and Alex let out a chuckle of her own. 

“What would I do without you, Wolverine.” She said with a smile. 

Logan let go of Alex’s arm, shrugged her shoulders, and let out a playful scoff. “I don’t know, probably be all over TMZ for having a third eyebrow on stage.” 

Alex let out a snort of laughter as she walked toward the door of her dressing room. She paused for a second to look at herself in the tiny little mirror that someone had glued onto the door probably back in the nineties when stuff like that was cool to make sure that Logan had gotten it all off. Once she was sure that she only had two very even and not-at-all burned-off eyebrows, she grabbed the door handle, twisted it, pulled the door open, and walked out into the hallway. 

The raccoon watched as Alex left the room and let out a happy sigh once the tigress was out of sight. She wasted no time in plucking her walkie-talkie from her hip and bringing it to her mouth. After pressing the button on it to speak, she said. “Alex is on her way to the curtain, make sure someone gets her a sip of water before she goes out, over.” 

“Copy that, over.” Came a crunchy voice over the walkie.

After taking care of all the pre-show duties that she had, Logan pulled out her phone, tapped on a few things, and brought it to her ear. She waited for a few seconds as the dial tone played. After three rings, the person on the other end picked up. 

“Mister Naïlo, hi, this is Logan, from Miss Marx’s management? Miss Marx accepts your offer.”

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Luckily, the private event was a few months after the eyebrow and open flame incident, allowing the tigress’s brow to grow back again. It was at a club called “The Night Owl”, one Alex had only heard of in passing from a few friend circles but never indulged in herself. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the “secret club” thing as she preferred her clubs and bars to be easy to get to without the hassle of secret doors, passwords, or memberships. She just wanted to be able to go in, sit down, have a drink, and have a nice time; the extra steps just complicated things. She was fine with performing at one, though, especially with the fat check that according to her accountant, had already cleared. 

Five million dollary-doos for three hours of singing, a piece of cake. With her performance time scheduled from 9 PM to midnight, the tigress arrived at the club just a little before 8 PM to get familiar with what equipment she was being provided. 

The Night Owl was a somewhat incognito two-story building located in the very lucrative downtown area, known by the locals and detractors alike as “Affluent Ave” for the high-end shops, investment banking firms, and trendy restaurants that charged an arm and a leg for ant-friendly portions of food that lined the streets. With minimal signage to indicate that you were in fact at the club, it took Alex’s driver a little longer than expected to get her there. But once she was, she was escorted inside through a back entrance. The building had very few windows looking outside and it gave off villainous lair vibes. A shiver went down Alex’s spine as she was guided by two big and burly men into the building; one bear and one lion. Once the big velvety door closed behind her and locked with what sounded like an electronic lock. Did she just step into a villain’s hideout? Was the five million dollars just a ruse to get her here; the price that someone was willing to pay to have her captive? With an audible gulp as her throat dried up, the tigress followed the big burly men deeper into the building, where she hoped she would not be chained up.

The back entrance to the club was your typical “back area”; exposed waterworks pipes, electrical wiring, networking, you name it. It was bright, too, lit with those ugly but practical florescent bulbs that made that horrible buzzing sound if you listened closely enough, or had hyper-sensitive hearing like Alex did. The hallway that the two bouncers led Alex through seemed like it went on forever, but after about two minutes of walking, the tigress started to hear calm lounge music along with the jumbled chatter of what she assumed were the patrons just a concrete wall away. They took a turn away from the door that was labeled “Main Lounge Floor” and instead went through a door labeled “Stage”. The two guards opened the door for her and stood by them to give room for the tigress to step inside first.

The stage was covered up by large curtains that kept the pop star hidden from the patrons of the club. It was a big stage for a club, with a walkway, pole, and everything. When the tigress asked about the pole, she was told that it was retractable, and as she set up for her performance, sat behind a multi-hundred-thousand dollar grand piano, she watched as the silver pole slid down into the stage and vanished like it had never existed. She was given an earpiece to be able to hear herself along with some communications from the sound team. Once she checked that the sound was working and got familiar with the stage’s parameters, she was ready to start her performance.

The clock on the wall lingered a little too long at 8:58 PM. Alex sat at the piano with the microphone on a stand pointed up to her mouth and tapped her feet gently against the floor of the stage underneath her, narrowly missing the pedals on the piano. She considered chewing on her claws but managed to stop herself and sat there staring at the wall clock as it finally moved from 8:58 to 8:59. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished members, welcome to the Night Owl.” A feminine voice played through the speakers. It sounded almost like a pre-recorded voice that played in airport terminals to announce delays or gate changes. “As a thanks for your continued patronage for the many, many years since we were established. We have a surprise for you.” 

Alex’s heart raced and her feet thumped against the floor of the stage faster and faster the more the announcer hyped her up. Her eyes stayed glued to the big red glowing digital clock on the wall as the seconds climbed from the low twenties up to the thirties. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, for your viewing and listening pleasure, Grammy-Award winning singer, pop princess, Alex Marx the Spot.” 

Then came the applause, with some screams of excitement from people who were presumably very big fans of hers.

The curtains covering the stage fell to reveal the tigress, in her signature see-through fishnet top over a black bra, trendy sporty cargo pants with lots of pockets; courtesy of her favorite three-striped brand, and see-through stockings underneath that covered her feet. A split second after the curtain fell, a spotlight shone on the tigress so bright that it would have had anyone squinting blind, but as a seasoned performer, her eyes were wide open. A grin spread across her face and was picked up on the mic, and her nervous foot-tapping came to a stop. Alex began playing the intro to one of her songs on the piano.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the Night Owl, my name is Alex Marx the Spot, but you knew that already. Are you ready to, dance, cry, and discover new things about yourself?”

“YES!” shouted a few voices from the crowd, which was already more than Alex was expecting. Hearing that made the tigress smile even wider. With a soft giggle that echoed through the club, the tigress looked down at the piano as she transitioned from the intro of the song to where the first bits of lyrics started. “That’s the spirit.” She said with a purr. 

Then she started singing. 

“We were good…. We were gold… Kind of dream that can’t be sold.” 

---

Alex had been told to do slow, mellow, and relaxing songs since they fit the environment of the club more, but she was able to sneak in her more fast-paced and danceable songs, much to the delight of some of the younger members of the club. But to close off her set, she went back to slow piano ballads. 

“Oh, I wish I was there with you… Yeah I wish I was there with you…”

“Do you want to be with me too…?”

The tigress ended the song in the same way that it ended on the studio version, with a hand slam to the keys of the piano. The sound of the keys being mashed so suddenly lingered in the club and echoed slightly, and once the sound faded, the tigress pulled her hands from the keys, stood up from the piano, and bowed to the audience. After a final wave to the clapping patrons of the club, the curtains closed in front of her, and she let out a happy sigh. She turned away from the curtain after a few seconds and walked to the door that led into the back area of the club again. Only one of the guards that escorted her into the club was there waiting for her and he opened the door for her once he saw her approach. 

“Thanks.” The tigress said to the tall bear with a smile. The bear responded with a firm nod before he gestured to the other door that would take the tigress to the main floor of the club. With a nod to the big bouncer, the tigress brushed by him, pushed her way through the soundproofed door, and entered the club. 

The soft jazz music that played in the club was relaxing and fit the vibe of the club so perfectly. It was just the type of place Alex enjoyed hanging out in for a night out. Sure, she liked the loud clubbing clubs with thumping bass, but a bar where she could sit and relax was much more her style, especially after working. The tigress brushed passed a few people, took some selfies with fans who asked for them, and walked through clouds of cigar and vape smoke to make her way to the bar. Once she was sat at the bar, she gestured to the bartender to get his attention. The bartender, a slender caracal dressed in a grey vest, red bow tie, and white button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up, walked over to the tigress with a smile on his face and a fancy whiskey glass in his hand that he was drying with a cloth. 

“The boss tells me drinks are on the house for you, lucky lady.” He purred at her as he placed the clean and dried whiskey glass down and flung the damp cloth over his shoulder. “So, what can I get you?”

Alex looked up at the handsome caracal and pondered over what to have. She leaned over the bar, placed her shoulders onto its surface, and smiled, “I’ll have a vodka sunrise, please.” The caracal nodded and grabbed a glass and one of those really long spoons used to stir said glasses. “Any potato juice of choice?” He asked the tigress as he placed all his tools down in front of him, placed his hands on his work surface, and leaned a little closer to the pop star.

Alex didn’t have to think long about this one, and within a second, she replied; “Stolichnaya, please. If you don’t have that, Grey Goose is fine.” 

The long-eared cat looked slightly offended at the tigress’s assertion that they might not have her particular choice of vodka. “Honey, of course, we have Stoli, we’re the Night Owl.” He rolled his eyes in the sassiest way and shrugged his shoulders before he turned around to the LED-lit liquor shelf that was behind him. He grabbed the lone bottle of Stolichnaya that was on the second to the top shelf and tossed it in between his hands. After flipping the bottle in his hands over and over, he poured the vodka into the glass, followed by passion fruit juice, and grenadine syrup. He then grabbed the long spoon and gently stirred until the color was a gentle sunrise-like gradient. He placed a fresh orange slice and a bright red cherry without the stem right on top, stuck a pink straw into the glass, and handed the drink over to the tigress with a wink. Before Alex could even thank him, he looked away from her at someone behind her and raised his brows. Alex took one sip of her drink before her attention was turned to the two people behind her. 

She turned around on the barstool to see the same big burly bouncers again and she too raised her brows. 

“Miss Marx, your presence is requested by Mister Naïlo,” said the both of them, in unison, which was a little bit creepy to the tigress. Her raised brows turned into furrowed ones. She had no idea who this “Mister Naïlo” was, and she was just about to soothe her spent vocal cords with a nice refreshing glass of tipsy time juice. 

“Who?” the tigress asked with a single brow raised and continued to suck the fruity drink through her pink straw. The look of shock on the bartender’s face was intense; his eyes widened, his brows shot up north of the roof, and his shoulders caved a little, a sign of him physically cringing. Alex didn’t see his reaction at first, but when she did, her confusion got even worse. She turned over her shoulder to look at the cat boy bartender and asked; 

“What?” 

“He’s the owner of this place.” The caracal said with a serious look on his face. Alex made an o-face and nodded slowly, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, right.” 

Logan must have forgotten to mention the owner’s name to her in her briefing.

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Alex was escorted by the two big burly bouncers again, this time toward the front entrance of the club. She looked up to see a skybox that was above the door overlooking the stage. The glass was slanted outward so that the people inside could see the entirety of the club. Its shape was similar to the front façade of an upside-down pyramid. The glass was tinted, too, so those on the outside couldn't see in. As the tigress and her clingy bouncers walked underneath it, she raised a curious brow and wondered what kind of business happened up there. 

The bouncers led Alex out through the main door, but instead of walking straight down the hallway toward the coatroom and then outside, they took a sharp left turn that took them to a matte black elevator. The lion pressed the button to call the elevator while the bear stood there doing nothing but looking cool, calm, and collected, yet somehow incredibly intimidating. When the elevator arrived, they stepped aside and turned to look at the tigress.

‘DING!’

Alex’s ears flickered when the ding of the elevator echoed through the hall. When the doors slid open, she was hesitant to step inside. The longer she spent in the club, the more she became convinced that she was in a supervillain’s lair. With the elevator doors open, the lion and the bear gestured for her to step inside. The inside of the elevator was all matte black, too, which reminded her of the elevator from The Shining after the blood had dried out. With a big sip of the liquid courage in her hand, the tigress stepped into the elevator and looked a little concerned by the fact that there weren’t any buttons anywhere, but before she was able to slip her straw out of her mouth and ask about it, the elevator doors closed in front of her and she started traveling up. 

‘DING!’ the elevator doors slid open once Alex had been brought up to the skybox floor. The elevator opened up right into the space, with no hallway in between. She stood in the elevator for a few seconds before she slowly stepped out of it. The elevator doors slid closed behind her and she looked around the room to see where this Mister Naïlo was. She saw big TVs, couches, lounge chairs, and a giant corporate-looking desk with a big comfortable leather chair tucked neatly against it in the corner of the room. The walls of the room were bare brick, with some of them even having cracks and other imperfections in them. But the biggest feature of the skybox office was the giant pane of glass that overlooked the club, it was so vast that the tigress didn’t even notice that someone was standing by it, looking down at the level below.

She did eventually notice him when she saw smoke from his silhouette and the soft glow of his lit cigar that was in his hand. 

“Hello?” The tigress said as she slowly approached the silhouette with the cigar in front of the large window. Upon hearing the tiger’s voice, the man turned his head over his shoulder slightly to look at her before he turned it back around and continued to smoke. Alex was a bit confused, to say the least, but she continued to approach the man with a slightly awkward smile. She sipped her drink, came to a stop at the giant window, looked to her side at the man smoking his cigar, and then looked down at the lively club below. “You must be the Mister Naïlo I’ve been hearing about all night.” She said in between small sips of her drink. The man was in fact Mister Naïlo, a canine mix between a German Shepherd and a Siberian Husky who stood almost six feet tall, had brown and white fur, blue eyes, and black hair with green highlights. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt and tie, all businessman-like, which made sense if he was the owner of the club like the bartender had said. 

The canine brought his cigar to his lips, took a deep puff of smoke into his lungs, and then exhaled all the smoke out into the room. The cigar smelled strongly of sandalwood, strangely enough; but Alex was not a scholar on what cigars smelled like, so describing it as strange was probably a little bit unfair. 

“That, I am. And you must be Alex Marx the Spot.” The canine turned to his side to look at the tigress as she stood beside him and looked at the lively club down below. He took in another puff of smoke from his cigar, held the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds, and then blew it all out in one long exhale. The thick cloud of white smoke blew over the slanted glass and spread all around, causing the tigress to cough a little once the secondhand smoke reached her nose. 

“Just Alex is fine, it’s weird when people say my stage name in full during conversation.” The tiger chuckled and turned her attention away from the club below to give this mysterious man a better look over. 

“And you can call me Varris.” The canine responded with a smirk as he went in for one final inhale of his cigar. Once he was done, he walked over to the couch that was in the middle of the room, grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table, and put out the stubby cigar in it. There was something about the way that Varris carried himself; every move he made seemed so… Calculated. His posture was perfect, his shirt, despite him having been in it all day long, was void of the common wrinkles one would find on a button-up. As Alex watched him walk over to the couch to put out his manly man’s cigarette, she noticed a jacket draped neatly over the coffee table; the rest of his suit, she assumed. 

“You are one very expensive hire, Alex,” Varris said with a smile as he lowered himself down to sit on the leather couch and placed the ashtray with his spent cigar in it back onto the coffee table. He kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, too, and let out a relaxed sigh like a man who had spent the entire day spending the average person’s annual earnings on a golf trip with his friends. He gestured for the tigress to join him, to which she obliged. 

The tigress walked over to the couch and sat on the unoccupied side; the leather squeaked as she enthusiastically dropped herself down onto it. She turned toward the mysterious club owner with her colorful drink still in hand and its straw in her mouth and sipped. “Mhm.” She replied. “I don’t do private clubs anymore, but I’m sure my manager told you that.” 

Varris chuckled at the mention of Alex’s manager. “Ah yes, Miss Logan. She sure knows what she is doing and how much you’re worth. Was it you or her who suggested the five million?” he raised a brow at the tigress and watched her sip her drink down just enough for it to qualify as half-empty in the eyes of a pessimist. 

Alex looked at Varris, confused. She stopped mid-sip, swallowed, and cleared her throat a few times. “Logan told me you offered.” The tigress furrowed her brows and sipped her drink some more until she ran out and started slurping loudly; desperately trying to get every last drop of jiggy juice. The loud slurping drew a glare from the canine, but luckily, she stopped after realizing she wasn’t getting any more drink out of it. 

“Well, I offered two million, which I thought was reasonable. Then your Little Miss Manager informed me that since it was a strict personal rule of yours, it would take a lot more than two for you to make an exception.”  Varris chuckled again and shook his head. “Smart woman. Something about how you could have made more doing the same thing in a stadium.” 

Alex raised her brows and nodded her head, she was impressed, although she shouldn’t have been; Logan always had the tigress’s best interests in mind. Even if the raccoon was incentivized to get Alex more money, since she got paid out of Alex’s earnings, it seemed that she genuinely wanted the tigress to succeed. The tigress set her empty glass down on the coffee table in front of her and leaned back into the couch cushions. With a sigh, she let herself relax a bit after most of the night being filled with on-and-off tension whenever she was escorted by those bouncers. “She is very good to me.” The tigress cooed.

Varris looked at Alex as she leaned back after she placed her empty glass down. He was already leaning against the comfy couch cushions with his arms draped over the back of the couch. He had started to get slightly worried after noticing how tense the tigress seemed, but he attributed it to her having just come off from her stage performance. When he saw her shoulders drop and heard her relaxed sigh, his worries slipped away. He chuckled at her reply and nodded his head. When it felt like it was getting dangerously close to becoming awkwardly quiet, he quickly glanced at the empty cocktail glass that the pop princess had left on the coffee table, then at her, and smiled. 

“I must admit, I am not too familiar with your work, Alex. But my patrons were surveyed and you were their top choice for who they’d like to perform at one of our special monthly events. Would you care to join me for a couple of drinks? A joint or two, perhaps? Maybe help familiarize me with your work a little more?” The canine turned around to his side to grab something from a hidden storage compartment inside the armrest on his side of the couch. With a gentle press on it, a panel opened up and he pulled a wooden box out from it. Once he opened the wooden box, he plucked a neatly rolled Mary Jane joint out from it, held it in between his thumb and index finger, and extended it toward the tigress. He smiled and raised his brows as he offered even more green to the pop star.  The way his pearly whites glistened in the soft neon glow of the club made his smile seem somewhat sinister, but it retained its immense level of charm at the same time. Normally, a smile like that would have steered the tigress away; it was a Mark Zuckerberg sort of smile, with red flags all around. 

But neon lights made red look pink. With just barely two seconds of hesitation, the tigress shrugged her shoulders and nodded. “Sure, why not. I admire your honesty and willingness to shell out five ems’ for an artist you don’t even know, Mister Naïlo.” She plucked the joint from the canine’s big clawed fingers and brought it to her nose to sniff it. She picked up hints of chocolate and lingonberry, went wide-eyed, and turned to look at the canine club owner just as he spoke. 

“Just Varris is fine, Alex. Unless you want me to call you Miss Marx, too?” he chuckled. 

Alex popped one end of the joint into her mouth, pulled out a lighter that she coincidentally had in the pocket of her cargo pants, flicked the lid open, and lit up her joint. 

‘Schk, chk, schk.’ 

The end of the joint glowed pink as Alex took in a deep breath of smoke, but again, neon made red look pink.

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Alex wasn’t a connoisseur of the Mary Jane by any measure, but she knew the good kush from the skunky stuff. The good stuff didn’t make you think much about how good it was, it just entered the bloodstream and gave you a non-stop good time. The slight fruity and sweet flavors were a bonus, though. In her underage drinking years, any strain of weed that didn’t cause paranoia was a good strain. 

This lingonberry and chocolate-scented weed that Varris had given her had to be some top-shelf stuff; it didn’t take long for it to hit at all, and within the first few puffs, the tigress was so relaxed that she had sprawled on the couch. The tigress on the couch wasn’t the untouchable superstar Alex Marx the Spot anymore, but just Alexandra Marx, your friendly neighborhood tiger, without the web-swinging abilities that often came with that title.  

The former military-turned-businessman joined the tigress in smoking the ganja, too, but unlike the former waitress turned music industry titan who was in the entertainment business, his demeanor didn’t shift too drastically. Sure, he spoke more casually here and there, but the discipline that those dog tags he wore under his shirt came with couldn’t be knocked away with just marijuana. He did, however, roll the sleeves of his shirt up and undo the top two buttons of his shirt just enough to keep himself cool and show those dog tags that gave away his former military status. That revelation made what the tigress was now doing make a lot of sense; she did have a thing for military men and women; always eager to show her appreciation for their selfless service. 

‘Glk, glk, glk…’ 

The tigress had her lips wrapped around Varris’s fat dog dick. Her knees pressed into the faux-fur carpet that covered the floor below the couch as her hands wrapped barely halfway around the dog’s muscular thighs. She did her best to lock her green eyes with his blue ones, but she often found it hard to keep her eyes open while sucking dick; like a dehydrated marathon athlete eating a cold orange slice, she had to close her eyes here and there to savor that flavor. 

It started with a little flirtatiousness in their drug-influenced conversation, then it turned into touching, then Varris’s sheath got firmer, and then Alex had an idea. 

“Oh, is that your sheath? Haha…”

She played it coy, but once she was on her knees and Varris had his zipper down, her face was up against that sheath. His sheath smelled the way a sheath should smell; sweaty, musky, with hints of urine leftover from the trusty “shake” method. The tigress had her nose practically buried in the canine’s sheath as she sniffed and her heated breath helped coax his red lipstick doggy dick out of its cozy fuzz sack even faster.

The tigress’s lips wrapped around the canine club owner’s dick so tight that it almost felt like his dick was stuck. With those fangs of hers and his knot that hadn’t inflated yet, that wasn’t a far-off possibility. Her mouth felt good, though, so he wasn’t going to complain. 

The softness of the inside of Alex’s mouth, the warmth of her sticky kitty cat saliva, and the rough texture of her tongue made for an interesting sensation for sure. As she bobbed her head up and down in his lap, the German Shephard mix found himself involuntarily tensing up as the tigress’s nose pressed into the small pubic tuft at the base of his dick. She was able to take him all the way down to the base, at eight inches, that was no small feat; that was like if the tigress was able to down one-half of a Foot Long from Subway plus an additional two inches in just one go. She had a throat that wasn’t just good for singing, clearly. 

With her snout pressed firmly against the dog’s pelvis, Alex took in the scent of his crotch through her nose and the flavor of his dick through her mouth. Her throat clenched around his cock every time she swallowed her own saliva and caused Varris to involuntarily buck his hips very slightly in response. Despite his tough businessman outer appearance, the canine was surprisingly vocal; moaning and huffing whenever the pleasure from having Alex’s mouth firmly wrapped around his dick became too much for him to keep under wraps. Alex also did this thing with her tongue whenever she pulled his dick out of her throat; it swirled around the entire length of his shaft as she pulled his dick from her throat and into her mouth, and once just the tip was left inside her mouth, her tongue spun around like a propeller and circled around the most sensitive part of his dick over and over and over again. 

Varris took another puff from the joint in between his fingers, held his breath as best he could, but eventually blew out the smoke in a moan-y breath as the tigress pulled herself off of his dick, did her tongue theatrics, and sucked on his tip extra hard as it remained the only part of his schlong in her maw. 

“Hhhhhnnnnmmmrrrrrfff…”

The way she sucked on the tapered tip of his doggy dick made it feel like he was about to burst, but the tigress always knew when to stop just in time to prevent that from happening. After a few seconds of holding the canine’s cock hostage behind her pretty lips and big fangs, she set it free with a loud and wet pop. 

‘Schlop!’ 

His pinkish-red dick slipped free from Alex’s lips along with a thick string of her saliva mixed in with his salty precum and slapped against his lower stomach with a considerably loud fur-on-flesh smack. The viscous string of Alex’s spit and his precum splattered all over the couch as it whipped around from the force of the dog’s dick slapping against his abs. A fair bit of saliva remained on Alex’s chin, too, even as she looked up at the dog and smiled. 

The tigress’s green eyes had a way of digging deep into the soul, maybe it was the color, or maybe it was the way her sharp eyebrows shaped her gaze. Varris had only known her for the better part of the night and already, the tigress was able to coax him out of his hardened ex-military businessman shell just enough for her to be able to suck his dick. With his dick standing tall at full attention and throbbing endlessly as it faced the cooler air in the room, Varris returned the tigress’s gaze with an alluring one of his own. Precum continued to leak from the tip of his dick and ran down the side to seep into the fluff of his balls. He watched his dick as it begged for the same attention it was getting earlier. Like a kid jumping up and down and tugging on his mom’s leg as they walked by the candy aisle in the grocery store. He spent ten seconds looking back and forth between the tigress with the precum-soaked chin and his spit-shined dick before he glanced over his shoulder at his work desk and the comfortable leather office chair that was tucked against it. After a moment of thought, he turned back around, brought his gaze to Alex again, and smirked with only one side of his mouth. 

Being a canine came with the usual canine benefits, sharp hearing, and an even sharper sense of smell. With a couple wiggles of his nose, Varris was able to smell the tigress’s arousal. Her pussy was wet, dripping, actually; the pleasure of basking in the flavor and fumes of his dick was just enough to get the tiger’s engine going. There was a visible damp spot in the center of Alex’s baggy pants, and that damp spot grew larger and larger by the second. Varris continued to sniff through the air, singling out the smell of the smell of pussy from the smell of weed dominated the scent waves. His nose followed the aroma of Alex’s arousal like a cartoon character following the smell of freshly baked cookies left to rest on a windowsill. Musky, sweaty, with a hint of salt and sweetness; it all mixed into a scent that could only be described as “what could bring down the patriarchy”. Something that Alex could do if she wanted to. With a spread of her legs and strategic use of her pussy power in the right places, she could rule the world. But sometimes dick had the same effect on her, which was a huge hindrance to her world domination plans. Maybe if she was a lesbian, she’d have better luck, and maybe equally impressive carpentry skills to go along with it. 

Varris was completely under the spell of Alex’s pussy musk and he wanted to do what most men would want to in that situation; stick his dick in her. With his smirk still plastered on half of his face, the dog reached a hand down to lift up the tigress’s pre-cum drenched chin and nudged his head in the direction of his desk. “I’ve got some condoms in my desk drawer, and I’ve always wanted to have sex in that chair.” 

Alex looked up at Varris as he tilted her face up with his hand, looked in the direction that he nudged his head in, and stared at his work desk with all the important documents, stationary, and even a small laptop on it for a few seconds before she brought her piercing gaze back to Clifford and his Big Red Dick and smirked, too. 

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Marijuana affects many different parts of your brain, particularly the parts that make you worry and overthink; which makes it a good drug for recreational use. But without that part of your brain that keeps you grounded with doubt and worry, people often find themselves doing or saying stupid things while high on the color green. As was the case with Alex and Varris they fumbled around his office toward his desk with their lips locked together and their hands touching and cupping different parts of each other. It was hard enough to walk backward, but with her lips locked to the canine’s and her eyes closed, the usually nimble and agile tigress was clumsy; tripping over her own tail as she shuffled her way toward the desk where they were going to fuck. 

Alex could taste the whiskey on Varris’s lips, something she should have expected, and while she was not a fan of whiskey, she didn’t mind it when it was a taste on her partner’s tongue; it added a sort of fancy touch to whoever she was kissing. After about thirty seconds of shuffling blind across the room, the tigress’s ass bumped into the desk and she let out a giggle. Her giggle quickly turned into a squeak as the canine lifted her off her feet and plopped her right on the desk, all while continuing to kiss and grope her again, again, and again. The documents on the desk were shoved off by the tigress’s arrival and the lone laptop was pushed dangerously close to the edge. But Varris did not seem to mind, his hands went in to squeeze her breasts a dozen times before they slipped around behind her to unhook the bra that she had on underneath her fishnet top. He blindly patted around her back until he found just the right place to squeeze, and with a soft elastic snap, Alex’s black bra came loose. She took a quick break from the kiss, fished her unhooked bra out from under her top, and chuckled as she tossed it to the floor. 

“Where did you learn how to do that?” the tigress teased. 

Harris looked down at Alex with the same smug smirk that made him kind of punchable and charming at the same time and chuckled, too. “High school.” He replied with a slight waggle of his eyebrow that almost made him lose all credibility as a serious businessman. With another chuckle of her own and a lip bite, Alex grabbed the dog by his tie and pulled him in for more kissing. As they kissed, she undid his tie, pulled it off of him, and tossed it somewhere blindly. 

Varris’s dick continued to twitch and throb as it still stood at full mast between his legs, As the tigress undid his tie, he reached a hand down to the side of his desk and pulled open one of the drawers. He dipped his hand into it, rummaged around, and pulled his hand out with three condom wrappers in his grasp. He closed the drawer a little too loudly and caught the attention of the tigress, who opened her eyes up to glance off to the side at what was going on. 

Alex continued to tongue-kiss Varris as her eyes wandered and stared at the condoms that he pulled out from the drawer. The silver foil of the Rocket Condoms appeared slightly purple under the neon glow of the room. After grabbing the condoms, Varris clenched his hand into a fist to keep them secure, which was a smart move considering what the tigress did next. Just a split second before the canine clutched the condoms tight in his hands, the tigress plucked one of the three away, pulled away from the kiss, and shoved him so hard that he fumbled backward and landed right in his big and soft black leather chair. The chair’s hydraulics squeaked very slightly as his entire body weight landed on it so suddenly all at once. 

“Ooof!” the canine let out a surprised sound that came out of both his mouth and his nose as he fumbled backward into the chair. The dog tags around his neck jingled and his unbuttoned shirt opened up like a book, showing off more of his military training sculpted torso; toned pecs, washboard abs, and all. While Varris recovered from his fumble, Alex pulled her baggy stage-friendly pants off, and pulled her bright pink and soaked panties off, too. She tossed her pants to the floor but tossed her panties onto Varris. Her dampened cotton underwear landed right on his nose. 

He took a sniff, two sniffs, three, then four. With each sniff of her pussy-scented panties, his dick throbbed harder and harder. Pre leaked from his tip and ran down his dick so much that his dick was literally dripping wet. After about ten or so full huffs of her pussy musk, Varris removed the panties from his face, dropped them to the side, and looked in front of him at the tigress sitting on his desk.

The tiger’s pussy was out, her left leg was up on the desk, and she had a hand down over her pussy with her fingers spreading her lips apart. Varris could see her pink flesh and the almost constant stream of clear and viscous juice that flowed out of her. With her pussy lips spread like that, every subtle movement and clench was visible to him; and the longer he stared at the tigress’s entrance that squeezed and tightened around itself, he wanted to give it something to squeeze.

Alex rolled the condom wrapper in the fingers on her free hand and tilted her head to the side to watch the stoic businessman slowly give in to the effects of her pussy. The way his dick pulsed after each sniff of her panties, the way he leaked what looked like an endless amount of precum, and how eager his dick stood tall in between his slightly spread legs made Alex want to jump on it immediately; but as much as her pussy begged her to just give in and screw him harder than a screwdriver putting together a shelf from IKEA, she wanted to savor the feeling of power that she had over him. 

After a minute of mutual staring, the tigress dropped her leg down from the desk, hopped off of it, and flicked her hand to shake away the pussy juice that had sept into her fur. She put a corner of the condom wrapper into her mouth, tore it open, and pulled the translucent pink dick wrapper out as she slowly approached the dog in his comfy throne. 

Once she reached him, she straddled his legs, moved up as close to him as his dick would allow, and waved the condom in front of him teasingly. With his big fat doggy dick pressed against her stomach, she could feel its warmth and smell its potency again. Her nose wiggled and danced as she sniffed rapidly and she let out a shaky exhale each time the smell of his dick latched onto her scent receptors. It took her a few seconds to shake out of it and she moved the condom over to the tapered tip of the doggy dick in front of her. Once the rubber cap was aligned to his tip, Alex made sure to look Varris right in the eye as she rolled the condom down the length of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and rolled the condom down in two motions of her hand. Once the condom was rolled down all the way, Alex brought her hand to her mouth and licked it to see if the lubricant was flavored. 

It wasn’t, which was slightly disappointing, but flavored condoms often masked the raw smell of sex that was so primal and great, so the tigress wasn’t too bothered by it. 

Varris watched with keen eyes as the tigress wrapped his dick in latex. When the tigress licked her hand, he was about to tell her that there was no flavor on the condom, but he was just a smidge too late. With his dick wrapped up and ready, he brought his hands to hold Alex’s thighs and rubbed them up and down sensually. His dick throbbed in tandem with his heartbeat as blood was continuously pumped to his rod to maintain its rock-hard state. With a gentle squeeze to the tiger’s thighs, he raised a brow, glanced down at his dick, and then back at the pop star in his lap as a grin spread across his face. 

“You ready?” he asked, with a slight hint of concern in his tone. His dick’s length was enough to go past the tigress’s belly button and was about as thick as one of those “slim” soda cans. And that was saying nothing about the knot, which hadn’t inflated yet and was already about an additional inch and a half thicker than the rest of his shaft. 

Alex looked down at Varris’s condom-clad dick that twitched and throbbed against her stomach. When she heard the concern in his voice, she scoffed and placed a clawed finger right against the pocket of air in the condom at the pointiest part of his meat. She came dangerously close to poking a hole into it with her sharp claw, too. She kept her finger against it as she tilted her to the side and analyzed his dick a little more. She shrugged her shoulders confidently and smiled at the dog boy. 

“Mhmm. I am. Are you?” the tigress grinned. 

Varris’s grin grew as he nodded. “Hop on, then.” 

Alex pushed herself up enough to lift her hips to the height of Varris’s dick. As her wet pussy peeled away from the canine’s legs, it left a string of sticky pussy juice that snapped once she matched the altitude of his red lipstick. Her pussy hovered over his tapered tip for a few seconds and a few drops of her nectar dripped onto it. Varris gulped audibly as he watched his dick get coated in the tigress’s juices. As the tiger’s pussy got closer and closer to his dick, he started to feel the heat that radiated from it. It took every muscle in his being to resist the urge to grab the girl by her hips and slam her all the way down his dick in one go. His fingers dug into the armrests of his chair as he waited patiently for the pop star to plop her pussy onto his dick at her own pace.

The tigress’s own pace wasn’t slow, as just a few seconds after she raised herself to the right height, she grabbed the dog by the dick and aligned it with her entrance. After a deep breath that was filled with the smell of dick and weed, she slowly lowered herself down on Varris’s dick. 

The tip of the dog’s dick pressed against the tigress’s cooch for a few seconds as Alex lowered down on it. Her hand that was wrapped around his shaft jiggled his dick around slightly to get it aligned just right. Once it was in place like a perfect puzzle piece, the tigress slid down it more and more, slowly taking the massive length inside of her. The sound of her pussy walls rubbing against the latex of the condom filled the room. 

‘Schhhhhhlllllck.’ 

“Hhhhnnnnrrffmmm…” Alex moaned as she felt her womb get filled up by the dog’s dick. Her pussy instinctively clenched around the meat entering her over and over as she took more of his inches into her. She moaned here and there as different parts of the dog's dick touched the various sensitive bits of her reproductive organ. Once she was all the way down his dick, she placed her right hand on his thigh and her left on his shoulder for support. She let out a hot and heavy pant as her legs shook slightly and her pussy clenched around the dick that was inside her rapidly as it tried to adjust to having it inside her. 

“Mmmmmnnnhhhhg…”

Varris let out moans of his own, too. The majority of them slipped from his lips when his dick first dipped into the tigress’s love canal. The tip of his dick was sensitive; even with a thin layer of latex over it, he could still feel everything. Each clench that her pussy did around his dick made him either moan, tense up, or huff, and the rapid clenches around his dick that came once she had the entirety of his length inside of her made him do all three.

With the tigress straddled over his hips again, this time with his dick inside her, the German Shephard mix put his hands on her thighs and leaned back in his chair comfortably. He could feel his own pulse through his dick each time it was squeezed like a lemon by the tigress’s hungry snatch. He took in deep and slow breaths through his nose and looked at the tigress to see how she was handling his dick. She appeared to be taking it like a champ. 

Alex wasn’t a newcomer when it came to canine dicks, that much was clear. But even as a seasoned professional with knotted partners and toys, she still needed a minute to adjust to the girth of the dick that was inside her. She tried her best not to clench too much, but a lot of them were out of her control. The longer she sat on Varris’s dick, the less frequent her clenches became. After a few deep breaths that made her chest rise and fall visibly; she was ready to keep going. 

The tigress very slowly started to grind her hips back and forth, rubbing and tugging her inner walls against the red-hot rod of meat that continued to throb inside of her. Her movements caused Varris’s dick to slip in and out of her very slightly but as the movement and friction were mostly happening inside, it still made him moan and pant plenty. Alex bit her lip to silence her moans as she rolled her hips and ground herself into that dick at an increasingly faster and faster pace. The tapered tip of Varris’s dick dug into just the right spots and had her grinding harder and faster, so much so that she forgot to consider how it felt for the man that she was using like a Bad Dragon dildo.

Alex rocking her hips and grinding her pussy into him almost sent him into a frenzy. His grip on both of her thighs tightened and his claws dug into her just firmly enough to leave red marks on the skin under her fur. He grit his teeth and let out a grunty moan as he felt Alex’s textured pussy walls move around his dick. The faster she went, the more he moaned, and the tighter his grip on her legs became. After about two minutes of the tigress grinding into his dick and having all her buttons pushed, she suddenly stopped, let out a big pant, and leaned forward to drape her arms over Varris’s shoulders. She let out a sudden moan as Varris’s dick throbbed inside of her hard, which made her forget what she was going to say for a good ten seconds.

“Hhhhhhhh… Fuck.”

Once she remembered, she looked at her new friend and smiled. “Got another joint?” she asked, her smile widening and her pussy clenching around his dick just as her sentence ended. 

Varris chuckled at Alex’s question and nodded. It was a silly question for the tigress to ask; he was the owner of an exclusive members-only club located in a prime real estate location downtown, of course he had more joints. He reached into the left breast pocket on his shirt, pulled out another tightly rolled joint, and popped it directly into the tigress’s mouth for her, which was open and waiting. Alex closed her lips around it and Varris reached into that very same breast pocket again, pulled out a lighter, and lit the joint for her. 

‘Chk, chk, fwwwwssshh.’ 

Alex took in a deep breath of smoke, held it in her lungs for a few seconds, and then blew it all out through her mouth. She blew her weed smoke into Varris’s face, chuckled, and took another puff. She took the joint out of her mouth, held it in her hand, and leaned forward to press her lips into the canine’s. As she kissed him, she slowly blew the smoke out of her mouth and into his. Varris looked slightly surprised at first when she blew the smoke, but he gladly took in a breath to take it into his lungs, too, before he blew it out of the corner of his mouth and into the room. Varris broke the kiss and snatched the joint from Alex to get his own puff directly from the source. As he breathed in the smoke, he handed the joint back to Alex for her to do the same. They went back and forth for a while until the joint was all used up. Once the thin butt of the joint was the only bit left, Varris extinguished the remaining glow on the paper with his tongue and tossed the butt onto the small side table where a lava lamp, his tie, and the remaining condoms were. With the green plant of sin coursing through his veins, Varris continued kissing Alex and moved his hands up from her thighs to her sides, and eventually to her breasts that were pushing through her see-through top.

He ran his fingers through the tigress’s fur, over her stripes and her pawprint tattoo, and wrapped his hands around her voluptuous tits. With one of her honkers in each hand, he squeezed, kneaded, and played with them to his heart’s content. Eventually, he ran his thumbs over her big pink nipples, too.

“Aaaah…” Alex let out a moan as her sensitive nipples were teased. Her moan only made Varris play with her tits more aggressively; tugging on them, pinching her nipples, and even leaning his face down to give them wet, sloppy, dog laps with his wide tongue. He slobbered all over her honkers and sucked on her nipples hard. Alex moaned louder and clenched her pussy around his cock as he sucked. The fur on her shoulders stood up as she felt a tingling pleasure shoot through her entire body. She clenched again, this time her entire lower half spasming just a bit as a result.

The canine was a bit loud with his slurping and sucking of Alex’s titties, which wasn’t a bad thing, by any means, but it was surprising to see such a stoic man of serious business be so ungentlemanly. He wasn’t even directly sucking on the tigress’s nipples as there was still her see-through top in between. Not for long though, as Varris used his clawed fingers to poke holes into it to set her tits free. 

The sound of tearing fabric was no match to the pleasure Alex was feeling from having her tits sucked while she sat on a fat doggy dick. Varris popped a few holes in her top, just enough for him to expose her nipple to his lips and tongue without an intermediary. When his tongue touched her nipple flesh directly, the tigress moaned again, this time a lot louder. 

“Hhhhaaaaahhh…” 

Satisfied with the sounds he was getting out of the tigress, Varris continued slathering her tits in his spit and sucked on them as if they were the last pair of tits he would ever get to. He slurped so loud that a Japanese ramen shop owner would have been proud. After about a minute of sucking, he slowly moved his hands off of her tits down to her thighs again. He gripped her tight and gently started to thrust his hips up and down; pushing his dick as deep as it could go inside the tigress before pulling it out. His movements were silent at first, completely overshadowed by the sound of his tit slurping fest, but as he increased the pace and strength of his thrusts, the plaps from his thighs and Alex’s coming together echoed in the smokey room. 

‘Plap, plap, plap.’ 

Having her tits played with and sucked on was one of the tigress’s many fatal weaknesses when it came to the bedroom; so, she was lost in the pleasure sauce by the time Varris started thrusting in and out of her. But as he increased his pace, the pleasure she felt from her pussy being pumped full of dog dick overtook the pleasure she was getting from her nips. Her moans continued to get louder and louder and Varris thrusted harder and bounced her up and down on his cock like a basketball on an NBA court. His dick slipped in and out of her over and over and the tigress’s clenches increased in strength and frequency, which only made her feel tighter around his cock. With the pressure of the tigress’s pelvic floor muscles, the canine was only compelled to go faster and faster each time he bottomed out inside her. Her pussy was tight, and it felt pretty damn good.

“Hhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnng…” Varris let out a growly moan.

“Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! Fuck!” the tigress screamed hers.

‘Squirk! Screech! Sqeeeek!’ the hydraulics on the office chair creaked and squeaked as the tigress and the canine voided its warranty. 

They didn’t need to worry about the noise of their activities leaking out to the club members or anyone outside of that room, there were a few good reasons the canine had his office soundproofed, the loud sex that he wanted to have in there being one of them. No one could fault a good design decision.

‘Pop!’ Varris let Alex’s tit slip out of his mouth, pulled himself away from her chest, and licked his lips as he continued pumping the pop star full of his manhood. He grunted, groaned, and moaned as he used the hands on her thighs to help lift her up and slam her back down on his length. Each time he slammed her down, her pussy juice that had coated his condom-covered dick and pooled against his pelvis splattered and splashed around, creating a rather big mess of both of their groins and the leather chair that they were abusing. He leaned against the backrest of his chair and watched as the tigress started to work in and bounce herself up and down on his dick. He stared at her with a smug grin spread across his face as her tits bounced up and down and her pussy pulled upward on his cock and dropped back down all the way to the base. He didn’t stop thrusting, though, but with Alex’s help, the level of friction between his dick and Alex’s pussy increased almost tenfold, and he felt his dick tingle and his balls churn in the same way they did when the tigress was giving him head, just before she stopped to get him to keep him on the edge. 

He was close and could feel his knot slowly start to inflate. 

Alex pulled away from Varris once he released her tits from his mouth and placed one hand on his leg to keep herself supported as she bounced up and down on his dog dick like a sugar-rushed gymnast on a trampoline. The sound of wet and sloppy sex mixed in with their moans, huffs, chuffs, purrs, and growls, all played together in a symphony of sounds that was oddly nice to listen to. And the smell, oh the smell. The room reeked of expensive weed, dick, and pussy; and with the rate at which Alex was leaking her cunt juice out onto Varris and the chair, not even the strongest bottle of Febreze would be able to get rid of it. 

The feeling of Varris’s dick going in and out of Alex’s cunt made her curl her toes as she rode him up and down like a mechanical bull with a knotted cock attached to the seat. The shape of a canine dick was perfect; its tapered tip poked and prodded right into the deepest depths of her pussy, the shaft rubbed against her g-spot over and over, and over again, and the knot, when inflated, stretched her pussy out and caused her mound and lower abdomen to bulge out just the way she liked. It felt good having her pussy filled; like she had finally found a part of her that had been missing. It was hard to describe, but an easy way to describe it was that, like a newly constructed street in an up-and-coming neighborhood, she loved getting pipe.

Varris’s knot started to inflate and his thrusts in and out were slightly interrupted like a speeding car being momentarily slowed down by a speed bump in the road. It wasn’t noticeable to Varris at first, but as his knot got bigger and bigger, he started to feel the bump that happened every time he hilted into the tigress and every time he pulled back out again. However, Alex felt it every step of the way. From the slightest change in his girth to the more substantial one, the tigress moaned louder and louder each time she sat all the way down on the dog’s dick. She had to put in a little extra effort in bouncing upward to pull herself free from his partially inflated knot, but every time she did pull away from it, sitting back down on it once it was slightly bigger was oh so very good. 

The tigress’s legs started to shake and she had hearts in her eyes. She leaned her head back to look up at the ceiling and brushed a hand through her hair as she found herself hypnotized by the pleasure of being knotfucked. Her pussy popped louder than the cork on a shaken bottle of bubbly and made an equally big mess as she slammed all the way down and splattered her pussy juice like a wet sponge being repeatedly bitch slapped. 

‘Pop! Schlllk. Pop! Schlllk. Pop!’ 

Alex smiled at the ceiling for a few seconds before she closed her eyes. Her clenches were mostly out of her control now and she moaned louder than she had up to that point. 

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!” 

Alex was about to pop. 

Varris’s knot was on the verge of popping to its maximum size and locking him inside the tigress for at least 30 minutes. He felt his dick throb over and over again inside and outside of Alex as she bounced and he thrusted. A tingle ran down his spine and he felt a sensation in his nether regions as his balls slowly started to tuck upward against the base of his sheath. Once his balls tucked up all the way, he was one thrust away from busting the fattest nut on Earth. But with Alex now in the middle of her bounce upward, he tightened his grip around her thighs, pulled her down with all the force he had, and slid her all the way down his length and his knot in one fell swoop. 

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg!” he moaned. 

‘Schlllllllllllllp! Pop!’ 

Alex went wide-eyed when she felt Varris’s grip around her thighs tighten only to squint shut as she was pulled all the way down on his dick and knot in one smooth motion. Her pussy spread wide as his tapered dick punched its way through her womb and his knot pushed her pussy lips apart even more to make room for it to slide inside. Once it went in with a loud pop, Alex curled her toes, grit her teeth, and let out a big moan that came in bursts in tandem with her pussy’s extra powerful clenches as she fell jumped over the pleasure cliff and came to her climax. 

“Hhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” she moaned and her pussy squeezed the dick inside her tight. 

Then her pussy relaxed for a second. 

“Hhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg!” the tigress moaned again and her pussy tightened right back up. This time, the muscles along her stomach tensed up and a stream of warm liquid shot out from her and splashed onto Varris’s crotch area. She squirted in bursts like a semi-automatic machine gun, just with her bodily fluids instead of bullets. 

Alex was a squirter; Varris’s poor pure leather chair never stood a chance. An eye for an eye, Varris did destroy her fishnet top after all. 

Varris grit his teeth and squinted his eyes shut once his knot popped inside Alex. With his dick locked inside of her, his tapered tip in the prime position for unloading his seed, and his balls tucked all the way up against his sheath skin, his dick throbbed over and over as his semen traveled through the length of his dick all the way to the tip. His hot and virile canine seed shot out in ropes, high in volume and strong in velocity. But with the condom keeping his dick wrapped, it could only shoot so far. His hips bucked with every rope of cum that shot out of his dick, but he couldn’t push his dick in or pull it out any further. 

“Hhhhnnnnggg! Hhhhaaaaaaaahhh!!! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!! Hhhhhhhhrrrfffff…”

After about ten ropes, his cumshots turned into a soft ooze and his breathing slowed down. His hot, creamy, and white seed filled the condom up to the brim, the latex stretched to make his dick effectively a condom size or two larger. His dick continued to throb even after he finished dropping his load, and he let out a satisfied sigh and loosened his grip around the tigress’s thighs as he navigated his post-orgasm high. 

Alex was much the same, after five squirts, her burst shots turned into soft trickles that flowed out of her pussy and onto Varris and the char under him. He was soaked, she was soaked, the chair was soaked, and they were all having a great time. The tigress slouched slightly after her squirt tank was emptied and she leaned against the canine’s chest as she caught her breath. She purred, and she purred loud. 

The smell of squirt and cum fumigated the room and finally overtook the smell of ganja in the air. Neither Alex nor Varris seemed to mind as they both continued happily taking deep breaths through their noses and basked in the smell of sex that they had created. 

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It would take a bit more than the standard 30 minutes for Varris’s knot to deflate enough for Alex to pull herself off of him It was closer to an hour, really; a few rogue clenches from Alex’s pussy were to blame. Once it had deflated, Varris gripped the base of his dick where the opening of the condom was and helped Alex pull off from his cock. The condom, which had inflated like a water balloon, stretched as Alex’s pussy refused to let go of it. But once she raised herself up high enough for Varris’s dick to be completely out of her, he gently pulled on the condom to pull the bulbous cum balloon out of her. It slipped out from her like an egg out of a hen. Alex went wide-eyed as she saw the sheer volume of Varris’s load. Impressed, she even reached a hand to touch and squeeze the ballooned condom a few times before she hopped off the chair. Varris looked at his load and smiled at it proudly. He then got out of the chair, pulled the condom off of his dick, and tied the end of it before he tossed it into the tiny trash can beside his desk. He then pulled his pants up and redid the buttons on his shirt. 

Alex wobbled about for a few seconds as her legs recovered from their jelly-like state. After she was able to stand up without wobbling, she walked around collecting her discarded pieces of clothing from the floor and got herself dressed. With her clothes back on, the tigress used a tissue to wipe up the mess of pussy juice that had run down her legs. She handed some tissues to Varris, too, and helped him dab a few wet spots that she caused. Once they were all cleaned up, there was a long moment of awkward silence as their respective post-nut clarities set in and the marijuana in their systems faded slightly.

“So… Uh… I think I am going to go now. It was a pleasure to perform at your establishment, Mister Naïlo.” Alex said with a smile as she extended a hand toward him rather awkwardly. She didn’t know how she should end their unusual meet, so a handshake seemed appropriate, especially now that the canine had his tie on again.

Varris looked at Alex’s hand as she extended it toward him. “The pleasure is mine, Miss Marx, for your performance, my members and I really enjoyed it.” He gave her a firm handshake that lasted five seconds before he let go. 

The tigress shook his hand as firmly as she could before letting go, too. After another two seconds of awkward silence, she turned on her heels and walked toward the elevator on the other side of the room. Once she was in front of the elevator and pressed the button to open the door, her ears flickered when she heard her name.

“Ah, Miss Marx, please let your manager, Miss Logan, know to expect more calls from me, yes? We’d love to have you here on a more regular basis.” The canine straightened his tie and smiled at the tigress as he leaned against his desk, fished two fingers into his right breast pocket, and pulled out a cigar. He stuck the cigar in between his teeth and lit it with his lighter as he waited for the tigress’s reply.

“Of course! I’m sure you can discuss my fee with her, I may be able to offer a residency discount.” The tigress chuffed happily. The elevator dinged to announce its arrival and the doors slid open. Alex stepped inside, turned around to face Varris as he stood against his desk and puffed smoke from his cigar. 

“Until next time, Alex.” He grinned. 

The door of the elevator slid closed in front of Alex before she could reply, but she still said what she was about to say out loud anyway. “You too, Varris.” she smiled.

Alex exited the elevator once it reached the first floor, navigated the hallway, and eventually found her way out of the club through the front entrance. Once she was outside, she noticed that the sky was pink; the sun was just about to come up over the horizon. With a tired sigh, she pulled out her phone and called her driver. 

“Hey, I’m done, can you come pick me up? Out front.” 

“Thanks.” 

A few minutes later, a black SUV with tinted windows pulled up. Alex walked up to it, pulled open the back passenger door, and hopped inside. She closed the door as soon as her tush hit the plush leather seats and she let out a sigh again.

“You were supposed to be in there for a three-hour show,” Logan said with an annoyed expression on her face. Alex jumped in her seat and almost hit her head on the plush ceiling of the car. Her fur stood up all over as her feline fuzz-up defense mechanism kicked in. 

“Jesus Christ, LOGAN! You scared the shit out of me!” Alex swatted a hand at her to hit her in the shoulder; she missed. 

“Did you have fun in there with Mister Naïlo?” the raccoon wasted no time in prying. She was nosey, but being nosey about Alex was part of her job, so it wasn’t a bad type of nosey. 

Alex rolled her eyes and tried to bap her manager again, this time on her leg; she was successful. She didn’t hit hard, just enough for it to make a sound and for the raccoon to react by flicking her on the ear. “Ow!” Alex yelped as her momager in-flick-ted her with a sharp pain right on her sensitive hearing dishes. “It was great! I met Mister Naïlo and had a couple of drinks with him after the show.” 

“A couple of drinks, huh? Did those drinks also include you fucking him?” the bandit-looking trash panda raised her brow at the striped big cat and prepared her finger to flick her again. Alex flinched at the sight of Logan’s fingers getting ready to flick her again; the raccoon’s flicks were deadly and were an effective way to deal with the tigress’s stubbornness a lot of the time. 

“No! What the hell are you talking about? We had drinks, they were FREE drinks! Did you expect me to just have ONE and LEAVE? Logan, c’mon.” Alex started to panic, but even in her panic, where most false alibis would fall apart, the tiger’s kind of made sense. The raccoon lowered her flicking hand and narrowed her eyes at the tigress. She then shrugged her shoulders and replied with a simple “M’kay, great! A text would have been nice maybe, I thought you had been kidnapped or something.”

Alex shifted in her seat excitedly when her manager mentioned the possibility of her having been kidnapped. “OH MY GOD, LOGAN. You have NO IDEA, I was getting those vibes so hard! They made me come in through this back door, super shady looking, with these two big burly guards. I thought I was just bought for five million and was going to be sold into some sex slave ring.” 

Logan looked at her, amused. Before the tigress’s little excited ramble was even over, she turned to the driver and nodded at him through the rearview mirror. The driver then drove them away from the club and onto the road. 

“The back area of the club was so empty it was bizarre… I thought for sure there would be some staff members back there. Unless they cleared it out just for me to walk through? That doesn’t make sense, right?” the tigress continued. Logan, feigning interest, nodded her head as the tiger went on about how she thought she had been sold into a trafficking ring. As she nodded her head, she noticed Alex’s fishnet top, and glanced at it for a few seconds, before she resumed nodding to her story. 

“But it was just a regular show! Just at an exclusive members-only club. Great drinks, too, the bartender was cute as well, but I think he is gay, maybe, I have no idea.” The tigress chuckled and sighed once she was done rambling. She had to take a deep breath to catch up on her breathing after talking so much. When the raccoon didn’t say anything in response to what the tigress had just said, Alex furrowed her brows at her.

“Were you even listening to what I said?” 

Logan raised her brows at her and quickly nodded. “Oh yeah, you thought you were going to get trafficked, but you didn’t, and now you have five more million dollars to your net worth before taxes.” The raccoon shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sure TMZ would love to hear that story, you should tell them,” Logan smirked at her and pulled her phone out of her pocket to scroll through her messages. The raccoon was being particularly snarky towards the tigress today, which wasn’t unusual because it did happen occasionally, but the tigress felt a little bit offended. Sinking back into her seat, Alex turned to look at the driver and smiled when he looked back at her through the rearview mirror. 

“Can we stop at McDonald’s?” 

“Of course, Miss Marx.”

“Thank you.” The tigress beamed. 

While she was still scrolling through her phone, the raccoon spoke up; “Your top has holes in it, by the way.” Alex quickly looked down at her top, noticed the holes, and turned bright red as she covered them up with her hand. 

Alex stared at her manager with wide pleading eyes until the raccoon noticed and returned her gaze. 

“Mister Naïlo said-.”

“To expect more calls for bookings? Yeah, sounds about right.” Logan rolled her eyes and continued to scroll through her phone’s very important messages.

A few minutes later, the driver pulled them into a McDonald’s drive-thru and Alex rolled down her window to order. 

“Welcome to McDonald’s, what can I get you today?” said the voice at the drive-thru box. 

Alex poked her head out of the window a little and smiled as if she were talking face-to-face with the employee. “Can I have a ten-piece McNugget meal? Make the drinks and fries large and add some cheese dip, please?” 

“Large ten-piece McNugget Meal, cheese dip… Anything else?” the voice from the box responded.

Alex turned to look at Logan, then at the driver. “You guys want anything?”

“I can’t believe you’re still hungry after all that McDic- Ow!” Alex flicked Logan on her ear just like she had done to her. Oh, how the tables have turned.

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Art by Nelly63

Varris by Night.Owl