Working at The Peppermint Pole was always enjoyable, but Saturday nights were Sekh's favorite.

Not Friday for the cheap drinks – he got free refills anyway on any night when he was working. And not Tuesday nights for when it was ladies-only up on the stage working the club's eponymous red and white striped stripper pole, as enjoyable as the sights were. No, Saturday was fetish night – and the night when Sekh always raked in the most money. Especially when he was the first act, and tonight was one such night. The rest of the week he wasn't allowed to use his perpetually full bladder as part of the show, but on fetish nights he could, would, and did put on a golden wet act that the crowd always loved.

For now, the jackal was waiting behind the curtain for his cue, already good to go in his stage outfit: a purple cape with gold trim that covered him all the way down past his knees, complete with oversized shoulder padding. It wouldn't remain on him for long, but until then, only his head and feet were exposed, along with the golden markings around his right eye.

The dance music playing in the club quieted down, and Sekh straightened up when he heard the announcement. "All right, all you lovely people in the crowd, it's that time again!" the DJ called out, and as the crowd cheered, Sekh grinned to himself and cracked his knuckles. "Folks in the Splash Zone beware, because this jackal's bladder is a force to be reckoned with, and we made sure he was full for your pleasure!" Holding a hand close to the curtain, Sekh listened for his cue. "Lads, ladies, and everyone in-between, please give a warm welcome to... Seeeeeeeekh the Jackaaaaaaal!"

As his name was called, Sekh pushed through the curtain and out onto the stage, grinning as he surveyed the crowd. The club was packed, as it almost always was on Saturdays, though there was a lot of movement around the seats directly in front of the stage for the tables in the coveted 'Splash Zone', marked by some yellow and black tape on the floor. Though a handful of patrons were leaving the area, many more were clamoring to get into it, either into the seats or just standing in the Splash Zone for the upcoming show.

Strobe lights focused on Sekh as he strode forward towards the pole at the center of the stage, the lights under the stage floor providing further illumination as they cycled between colors. He spotted some regulars in the crowd but far more new faces, and when he got to the pole he reached out and grasped it with one hand, proceeding in a circle around it just once. As he did, his other hand undid the clasp at the top of his cloak, and once he was facing the crowd again he grabbed one shoulder and threw the cloak aside dramatically, drawing a delighted squeal from someone in the crowd to his right when they caught it.

He didn't have much on underneath, merely a bright candy-red thong that matched the stripe on the stripper pole he was gripping, the bulge of his currently flaccid cock outlined prominently by the tight material. Moving closer to the pole, he put both hands behind his head to grip it while pushing his hips forward towards the crowd, rocking back and forth. He reveled in their cheers and glanced at all the excited faces watching him for just a couple extra seconds before continuing with his dance, just as eager to put on his show as the crowd was to watch it.

Keeping only one hand on the pole, he swung around it, then pulled close to make a show of grinding his package up against the smooth surface. Then he hooked his leg around it to swing around the pole while resting one hand on his hip and the other behind his head, showing off his muscles, well-defined enough to be visible through his short dark gray fur. While behind the pole he dropped to his hands and knees to grind his ass against the pole with his legs spread to show off his bulge from a different angle, before getting back up and climbing partway up the pole, sliding down it as he swung around.

As his show continued, particularly with how frequently he grinded against the pole, the swell of his cock grew larger within the red thong around his loins. The material stretched readily to accommodate it, but it was easily apparent to the audience – especially when he stopped to thrust his hips towards them again – that his shaft was hardening up. It was all part of the display, of course, and the crowd's cheers came fresh when Sekh stopped his dance to push a thumb under the waistband of the thong, sliding it downwards.

He took his time to tease, all while taking short steps around the pole to strut and show off to the audience from different angles. Freed from its confines, his cock sprung free, and he let the thong fall down to his ankles after that as he grabbed the pole to thrust his now-bared dick at the onlookers. As part of the dance he stepped out from the thong and left it on the stage floor, taking full advantage of his nudity to make his gray shaft bounce with his movements, the black glans at the end exposed and drawing the eyes of many patrons.

His dance changed from there as he made sure to include as many back-and-forth motions as he could, his erect cock and the balls underneath it bouncing and swinging about openly. Instead of swinging around the pole, he used it as support for more elaborate poses, lifting one leg high at a time to swing it around and flaunt his body. Sometimes he put a hand on his hip or under one leg to assist in a pose, but he never touched his cock directly; there'd be plenty of time for that later.

Then, he climbed his way high up the pole, wrapping his legs around it, and let go with his hands, hanging downwards to face the crowd while looking at them upside-down, his dick hanging downwards over his belly. With a wide grin he called out, "Last warning for everyone in the Splash Zone!" and gave a moment for the excited cheers to settle down.

Climbing back down from the pole, he stood facing away from the crowd, legs spread to show off the back of his balls. He then brought his arms up, not to flex and show off his muscles, but also to use both hands to point to his back where he bore golden markings in the shape of an ankh with black 'river' hieroglyphs inside of it. "The main show is about to start, and I'm gonna be making it rain!"

His declaration only made the crowd more excited, and he looked back over one shoulder as more people tried to squeeze into the Splash Zone for what was about to happen. Turning back to face the crowd, Sekh pressed his back against the pole, reaching up and back to grab it with both hands. Relaxing his muscles, he let out an over-exaggerated sigh of relief and began draining his bottomless bladder. For most people an erection would be an obstacle, but for Sekh, it instead made his stream shoot out with more force, the jet of deep amber fluid gushing from his tip sailing clear over the edge of the stage and into the front row of tables around it. It broke up into a shower of droplets after the apex of its arc, raining onto the right side of the table directly in front of Sekh, splashing the two patrons in their seats who initially recoiled before leaning into spray.

But Sekh was here to please the whole crowd, not just one table – and so, he resumed his dance, swinging his hips from side to side in a wide arc. Without anything holding his cock steady, his stream went wildly all over the place, sending dark urine raining onto the tables, the club's customers, the floors, the edge of the stage, and the pane of plexiglass separating the DJ from the stage for this exact reason. Not content with merely swaying from side to side, Sekh raised a leg and swung around the pole, sending his piss in a complete circle around him, as well as splashing the stage and even the back curtain, painting a wet line along its fabric.

After another few revolutions around the pole in different poses, Sekh finally took hold of his pissing shaft with his right hand; it was time for more precision. "Who wants refills?" he called out while nonchalantly peeing onto the floor in front of the stage, and as the patrons in the Splash Zone lifted their glasses, tankards, and mugs, he took aim at each to top them off. It wasn't easy to aim, and almost every time he splashed the person holding the drinking vessel with more of his dark urine, but as far as Sekh was concerned it made the display better, and the excited cries from those getting sprayed proved they agreed.

With many glasses refilled and even more dripping piss from the sides, Sekh leaned back against the pole for the next part of his act. Sticking his hips forward and spreading his legs, he pointed his cock upwards, piss shooting into the air before raining back down onto him, soaking into his fur and leaving it glistening wet under the strobe lights passing over his body from various angles.

As the torrential downpour of his own piss continued, the DJ began another announcement. "All right, folks, it's time to announce the winner of the raffle," he declared, leaving the customers throughout the club fumbling for the tickets they had received earlier. "And tonight's winner is... fifty-seven! Number fifty-seven, please-"

"Oh! That's me!" cried a woman just outside of the Splash Zone, holding up a ticket and waving it. While still giving himself a golden shower, Sekh glanced over towards her; she was some sort of husky with thick white fur, but for a few gray spots around her ears, collar, and on the hand holding up the winning raffle ticket. She was already very lightly dressed in just a t-shirt and jean shorts, and she probably wouldn't be wearing them for much longer.

"Come on up to the stage to claim your prize!" the DJ instructed, and Sekh watched her push through the crowd, already pulling her shirt up and over her head on the way, leaving her in just a sports bra that struggled to contain her prodigious bust. As she approached, Sekh opened his mouth wide and tipped his dick further back to aim directly at his own maw, spraying the roof of his mouth with the hard jet of his piss, and gaining more cheers from the crowd that were paying attention to him rather than the husky. He let some of his urine spill back over his teeth and down his chin, but most of it he gulped down with exaggerated groans, savoring its powerful taste mixed with the inherent saltiness.

The husky clambered up onto the stage, nearly slipping on the wet floor, stripping off the rest of her clothes and tossing them aside carelessly, soon just as naked as the jackal. Other than her feet she was still dry, since she hadn't quite gotten a spot inside the Splash Zone, and Sekh made a show of licking his lips as he let go of his cock and let it continue to spray onto the stage in front of him, forming a puddle that shone under the stage lights. "Congratulations," he told her, admiring her naked body, especially the large breasts that she didn't seem at all shy about showing off; rather, when she noticed him admiring them, she cupped one in each hand and pushed them up a bit. "What do you want for your prize?"

She dropped to her knees on the stage, hands still on her tits, squishing them together. "Give me a shower!" she demanded, and Sekh was all too happy to oblige, turning to her and pointing his cock directly at her offered breasts, his dark yellow stream striking directly above her cleavage. She moaned as the hot fluid poured down in between her breasts, soaking into her pristine white fur and yellowing it immediately, and as the crowd cheered and watched Sekh aimed left and right to drench both of her tits in his endless urine. Her thick fur was rapidly matted against her body, excess piss pouring down her chest and dripping off her breasts onto the stage, her nipples rapidly hardening up as he showered her in jackal pee. 

"Yeah! Soak these fat fuckin' tits!" she called out, leaning back a little and pressing her breasts together a little more firmly. His piss began pooling up at the top of her cleavage, until she released her hold and the pooled-up amber fluid splashed down her front.

But then, the eager husky got up into a crouch and moved forward, shoving her soaked tits against Sekh's loins, wedging his cock in between her dripping tits. "Raffle winners get to make you cum, so you just stay there," she teased as she pushed him back against the pole, and he certainly wasn't going to complain. 

Adjusting her grip, she squished her saturated breasts around his throbbing flesh, squeezing piss out of her fur like a sponge, and she began sliding her ample cleavage along his cock. "Keep it coming, big guy, I want to be fuckin' drenched!" she demanded, and he made a show of it, giving loud and exaggerated groans from the titjob, all while he continued spraying her upper chest with piss, splashing her collar, throat and the underside of her muzzle with hot, dark fluid.

She certainly knew how to use her assets, and Sekh rocked his hips slightly into her motions to thrust his shaft into the soft embrace of her wet mounds, ending the flow of his piss as she kept going. The crowd was thoroughly enjoying the show themselves, and with one eye closed, Sekh peeked around with the other, catching sight of many patrons masturbating to the sight as the husky worked her tits up and down along his length.

He'd been plenty excited already, and getting a boobjob on top of it was icing on the cake. When she began teasing her tongue against his cockhead each time she leaned forward he knew he wouldn't last too much longer, and he warned her with a "Here it comes...!" with both hands clutching at the pole he was pushed up against.

"Let me have it!" she all but shouted, the husky's tail wagging in a blur as she drove him to his climax, and he gave even louder moans as he came hard. When she felt the first splatter of his cum she stopped moving her body and instead just squeezed, rolled and kneaded her tits around his shaft to draw out his climax, letting his entire load blow across her upper chest. Cum poured back down between her tits and over the front of them, mixing with the piss already soaked into her fur, and he squirmed against her as he unloaded the hot, sticky fluid onto her front. When his orgasm ended, she leaned back from him and he slumped to the floor of the stage while she turned around, proudly flaunting her piss-and-cum-covered chest to the audience, garnering many more cheers for the display.

"Seems like that's the end of the show, he's all tuckered out," the DJ announced, and Sekh suppressed a grin; even this was just part of the whole performance. "But he's still on the clock, so come on up to the stage and show him just how much you enjoyed the show! Or save yourself a trip to the bathrooms. Either way, be sure to leave a tip, be it green, white, or yellow...!"

The crowd surged forward at the invitation, though the husky already on-stage was the first to take advantage of it. She got to her feet and straddled Sekh as he sat at the foot of the striper pole, unleashing her bladder onto his head to soak him thoroughly while muttering "Thanks, stud," under her breath. When she finished and stepped away, there were plenty of other patrons around him all lining up in an approximate circle. There were a lot of dicks pointed at him, most of them being stroked, though a few instead unleashed sprays of urine onto his collapsed body. Sekh opened his eyes only a tiny bit to enjoy the show; mammals, reptiles, birds, aquatics... all kinds of different species gathered around him to show their appreciation.

Among all the urine splashing him he felt ropes of cum striking different parts of his body here and there, many of them quickly washed away by the deluge of piss spraying him. Some of the cocks he even recognized as regulars, and the husky wasn't the only woman daring enough to piss on him, though they either peed on his stretched-out legs or approached from behind to spray his shoulders. And every time someone stepped away, someone else took their place, eager to add to the enormous puddle of piss spreading out around Sekh or to shoot their cum across his body after enjoying his show...

It wasn't just bodily fluids given to him, but also many banknotes tossed to him that were immediately covered in piss and semen, several of the bills sticking to his drenched body. He remained there, pretending to be exhausted until the last of the guests shook his cock dry, tossing a handful of bills at Sekh and departing. Only then did he get back to his feet to a round of applause, dripping a mixture of fluids everywhere as he did, gathering up all of the money that had been left for him. His thong was still on the stage, now just as messy as he was, and he held it up high for a moment before glancing at the crowd and tossing it to them with a grin.

With a haphazard bundle of sticky, dripping money stuffed under one arm, Sekh turned to depart, but not before looking back to the crowd. Flashing them a smirk, he reached back and gave his ass a playful smack before heading through the curtain, dumping the money in a bucket to clean and count later after he took his own shower.
