[b][u][center]Sarina’s Hectic Shift
Chapter 1
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



The bus deposited Sarina just across the street from [i]Pleasurable Times,[/i] the strip-joint – and unofficial sex club – that she worked at between classes and going home to her ‘roommate’ and dealing with him. Pulling at her intentionally nondescript shirt and checking each pocket of her jeans for anything incriminating and finding nothing, the black-and-red dragoness pushed her glasses back up her snout and crossed the street. The soft click, click, click of her shoes was all there was to be heard this early in the evening; the Dead Zones didn’t start waking up until the sun was all the way down.

As she hopped up on the curb on the other side, she tilted her head back. She’d seen the door to [i]Pleasurable Times[/i] a hundred times by now, but she still liked the look of it. A pair of faded but still gilded wings – probably second-hand, bought from some dodgy dealer somewhere – framed the front door, and though the door itself looked like glass, she knew from experience that it was harder than steel. She didn’t want to think about how much Notah had probably had to pay some Machine-mage to make that happen; that security investment would have blown most budgets in a saner area. Out here, though, it was damn well needed.

She reached for the handle, only for a brown-furred hand to reach it first. Sarina jerked, whipping her head around –

“Whoa-ho, don’t worry, girl. Just me.”

Sarina slowly nodded as the rabbit’s eyes – one blue, one green – resolved in front of her. She remembered him, though she usually just saw him in the crowd while she was working the stage. A gang member, if she remembered correctly. A second later, she had a name: Oleksiy.

“Jumpy, huh? Someone following you, girl?” the rabbit asked, looking up at her.

“No, nobody’s following me.”

“Fair ‘nuff. Mind if I get the door for ya?”

“…Go ahead.”

Oleksiy offered her a small smile as he grabbed the handle and held it open for her. He almost looked ridiculous to her in his puffy, multi-strapped jacket and the tight shirt and clinging pants that he wore. Almost; she knew that the deep reds and grays of that neon outfit were Sinning Saints colors, just like she knew that there’d be more of the gang inside by the end of the night.

At least he was one of the nice ones. Might only come here for the naked girls and the decent drink, but at least he was one of the nice ones.

“After you, girl.”

“Thank you,” Sarina said, bobbing her head as she walked by.

“Hey, girl?”

“Yeah?” she asked, hesitating in the doorframe.

“You gonna hang around after your shift tonight?” he asked. “Some of the other dancers get an afterparty going. Never see you around. Be nice to have you there, if you got time.”

“I don’t – I’ll think about it.”

“Just saying,” Oleksiy said, his words chasing her into the club proper.

Shaking the idea of the afterparty – and all of the socializations and hook-ups and small-talk inherent to it – out of her head, Sarina focused on the club ahead. She intentionally avoided mixing the rest of her life with her time here. Nobody would be interested in some book-worm that spent too much time buried in her studies or being bossed around by a roommate with too much money. She didn’t want them to know about that. Didn’t want anyone to connect that girl with the [i]thing[/i] that they saw here.

She stepped down from the entryway, following the middle of the three sets of stairs that led into the club. [i]Pleasurable Times[/i] was laid out in a sort of tiered pattern, with upper levels near the front door that were sort of like the balconies of a theater, and a descending zig-zag of other layers that had successively better views of the catwalks that were closer to the bar. The central stairway cut it right in two, allowing for a quick walk down to the sunken center of the club at the bottom of the staircase.

Surrounded by pulsing purple lights, the whole club maintained a sort of sensual, smoky atmosphere. She glanced around, unable to help herself as she saw slender pretty-boys, well-endowed women, and other, more ‘mixed’ performers dancing. The main action was on the three-lane catwalk, each one leading to its own pole, but each ‘tier’ of tables had its own small selection of tables with a performance platform built in, and the other employees of the strip club were putting on quite the show.

[i]I bet half of them are going to get fucked before the night’s over,[/i] Sarina thought, only to blush. [i]And I’m going to be part of that half, if I’m lucky…[/i]

The very idea was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She’d never think of that at school, but here…Well, here she wasn’t the one that had to make a move. Here, she was the one that people made a move on. And that was [i]very[/i] different.

She reached the bottom of the stairs and hung a sharp left. Rounding the edges of the tables, she glanced up at the catwalks. A couple of orcas were swinging their hips and bouncing their cheeks on the left and right runways, while a mouse male was slowly rolling his ass down to the stage. He had his thong down, showing off his ass, and there were bills aplenty raining down on him as he pushed it back as far as he could to the edge of the stage.

Sarina looked away with heated cheeks as she saw one of the clients shove a business card against his ass. Someone was getting some action tonight, and possibly some new ‘business’ outside the club, for sure.

A familiar tingle hit her, and she sped up toward the bar. Only one other client was sitting there at this early hour, and he was too busy drinking to need the services of the great horned owl that was already making his way to her. They met at the far end of the bar, near the service hallway that led out of the room, and the owl smiled as much as his beak would let him.

“Good to see you –”

“No head stuff, Notah, please?” Sarina said, shaking her head. “I don’t like it when people poke around up there.”

“Sorry, dear. I keep forgetting – I just saw the face you were making and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I know, I know. Just…don’t.”

“Sorry.”

“…It’s okay, just…don’t do it again?”

Notah nodded, though she knew that he’d do it again anyway. Not out of any malicious curiosity or anything like that; the club owner didn’t have a mean bone in his body. He just cared a little too much. Sarina didn’t know how someone like him had ever managed to get a place like this, even in the Dead Zones. Someone [i]that[/i] nice didn’t make it for long.

“Anyway, um…what’s my schedule tonight?” Sarina asked, leaning against the bar and shielding her eyes against the dancers only a dozen feet away. “Solo or partnered?”

“Uh, I set you up with Kaulana tonight.”

The otter. She could live with that, even if she preferred her solo dances.

“And I was thinking – ow, ow, ow, sorry, sorry!”

Notah flinched back, the six-foot owl rubbing his forehead. Sarina winced a bit, but she didn’t feel [i]that[/i] guilty. He’d just been whammied by feeling the edge of her own fears and anxieties about crossing her lives over one another. It was his own fault for keeping his Perception-magic running so high. His own fault there, not hers.

“I don’t want to stick around,” Sarina said, looking down at the counter. “If someone wants to…to do the other stuff, they can tell me while I’m dancing. Once I clock out, I’m gone. I have…other things that need seeing to.”

“I get that, but – you know we care about you here, right?”

“You don’t know me.”

“But we’d like to.”

“Heh…”

She shook her head. Best not. She had enough stuff going on with schoolwork, and if she had this sort of stuff following her around…

Sarina still remembered the last time that there’d been a crossover. Someone had managed to match her from a ‘party’ that her roommate had thrown to her school. What had followed had been someone that was all too willing to take advantage of all the other little ‘issues’ that she had. The dragoness still hadn’t recovered all her memories from the three weeks that they’d kept her from class, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to remember everything that had been done to her in that time. It was too much for her, too much to take in.

Best to keep it separate. Best to keep the school and home life completely separate from the ‘sexy’ life that she had here. Nobody wanted both. They wanted one or the other, so she might as well keep it that way.

“Just…keep it the way it is, Notah, please?” Sarina said, grateful that she could at least keep the edge of her whimper from coloring her voice. “I just…I just want to dance, and make a little money, and…you know. Just…a job.”

“It’s not just a job, though. Not for you.”

“Notah…please…”

“…Okay, okay, I’ll…let you sort it out,” the owl said, rubbing the back of his neck with his talon fingers as his chest and shoulder floof nearly lifted his top right off him.

Sarina chuckled.

“I’ll go get changed. How about you relax and see if you can get your shirt to fit again?”

“It never fits.”

“Because you never calm down. Don’t worry about me.”

“Someone has to.”

That would require someone to care about all of her without trying to erase half of it, as far as she was concerned. The last thing that she needed was for someone to try and care for her, because that would mean losing herself in…well, in what they wanted. And as intoxicating as that was in the short term, she knew better than to think she could live that way forever. It just…it wasn’t good. It wasn’t good.

She managed to calm herself down as Notah walked back to another pair of clients that sat at the bar. Oleksiy had taken his usual table in the mid-tier, further up in the club – and he was waving at her, being all friendly – and she spotted a few more of the reds and grays of his gang through the bar. Not as huge a crowd as usual yet, but they’d be coming by eventually. She’d give it about two hours before half the patrons were members of the Sinning Saints.

So far, she hadn’t had any [i]bad[/i] interactions with the local gang. Much as they ran all sorts of illegal shit around the Dead Zones – and were rumored to take part in helping some illegals get into the city in the first place – they weren’t that bad compared to some of the other jerks that hit businesses with protection rackets. The fees that their boss charged were downright reasonable compared to some of the other thugs in the area, and she hadn’t heard any of the other dancers talk about any beatings or rapes from them.

They were still here for the same thing that everyone else, though: naked bodies, hard liquor, and a chance to forget about the bullshit in the rest of the poor parts of the city. Last she heard from Notah, the take that the Sinning Saints took was around 1k a month. Damn good bargain, even if they were also getting a discount on everything that they ordered when they came around.

Sarina turned away, hustling down the hallway with her head down. She wouldn’t think about them for now. She had a double-dance coming up, and that meant that she had to get prepped for it, talk to her partner, and make sure that they were on the same page for the sort of dance they were going to do. Anything else – and any more money – would have to come later in the evening.

Tap, tap, tap. Even the soft tap-click of her shoes reminded her of how things were going to change in the next few minutes. It was almost like she was opening a door in the back of her mind, just like every other night that she came to [i]Pleasurable Times[/i] for a job. The locker room door was almost like a talisman, creating a portal where Sarina the Student stepped through, and Sarina the Slut stepped out.

She could feel that part of her banging on the metaphorical door, begging to be let out, begging for the world to see her again, to stop pretending and just give in. A bizarre mix of self-hate and pure lust bubbled up in her, making each step a little shakier than the last as she walked by the VIP rooms and storage closets. Her thoughts tumbled through the various routines of the past, and what clients had said and done to her once they had the chance to start ‘requesting’ other services –

She just kept walking forward until she rested her hand on the metaphorical and literal door handle. Hearing the other employees and dancers talking on the other side was comforting; hearing the wanton bit of herself that desperately wanted to get out there and be [i]seen[/i] and [i]used[/i] and worse was not.

[i]Nobody really wants you.

But nobody wants you, either. Not really.

I can function.

I don’t need to.[/i]

The dragoness gripped the handle that much tighter. There were days when that was so tempting, so [i]fucking[/i] tempting, and there were people that would make it happen. Her roommate knew too many in the corporate world, and down here in the gutters, there were a hundred little pricks that would grab her ass and make her nothing more than an owned plaything if she gave them half a second to do it.

It would make life so much easier…for that half.

Just like academia was making life so much easier…for this half.

Neither one was satisfied. Neither one could be.

[i]My turn,[/i] Sarina the Slut said. [i]It’s my turn.

So it is.[/i]

She turned the handle and stepped through, inside, and out.

The locker room was a cacophonous mess, but that’s what you got when there were dozens of men and women sharing a cramped space, lining up for the make-up mirrors and counters, and generally prepping for a sexual show. As usual, she was nearly overwhelmed with the smell of lube, spit, and general ‘forced’ arousal as her coworkers ‘helped’ each other out to get ready for a good show, shaking her head with a growing smile as she walked around the tiled corner of the room.

The full wave of sound, sight, and smell hit her all at once as she finally rounded the corner. Strippers and sex-workers across so many species – foxes, otters, rats, raccoons, yes, but also bigger ones like stallions and mares, cougars, panthers, even an elephant woman at the far end of the room – were either stripping down or dressing up for their show. Lockers were open, lube was out and being applied to assholes or pussies or even other, more intense openings, and some of them had already paired off, kissing, teasing, rubbing each other to get a good drip or hard-on going on.

Sarina walked down the middle line to her locker, already feeling a familiar warmth building up inside of her. Her nipples started to pop out just a bit, and down below –

“Hey, it’s the uber-slut!”

One of the wolf males – dressed in no more than a tented thong – pointed at her over the rest of the crowd. There was the slightest blush as Sarina the Student hesitated in the mental doorway, but Sarina the Slut shoved her through the rest of the way.

“Heh, look at that. The dragoness that never stops begging for it, eh?”

“Looks like she’s finally here. Where were ya, bending over for spare change in an alley?”

“Nah, I bet she’s brokering peace between some gangs with that mouth of hers; you ever see her slurping a knob?”

“I’m too busy staring at that ass of hers. Hey, girl, why you bothering to wear shoes? You know you’re just gonna get your soles slimed in a few minutes, eh?”

“Gotta get the slime to make the cash stick,” Sarina tossed back.

Yet, even as the crowd of fellow dancers and sluts and strippers burst out laughing, even Sarina the Slut blushed a bit. She wasn’t one that just snapped back like that, nor was she a person for witty banter. That wasn’t the sort of sex-toy that the Slut wanted to be. No, she was something worse than that. So much worse than that.

As soon as she reached her locker, she yanked her top off, tossing it in. No bra for her, nothing to hide her breasts. A little on the small side, they barely reached the low B cups, though the black scales along her sides and arms was interrupted with red scales flowing in from the middle of her torso. It was almost like a black-widow shape along her chest, rising up almost to her nipples and stopping just short of the pierced disks. Silver half-moons hung from her nipples, making them stand out more than they needed to.

The dragoness continued an almost clinical strip, pulling off her shoes and tossing them on top of her shirt. She was a little sweat, could even feel the little wetness from her too-tight footwear between her red soles and the tiled floor, but ignored that as she shimmied out of her jeans and thong. They hit the floor –

“She’s already up, heh!”

“Knew she’d be eager to get back to work. Girl, I swear, I never see you soft.”

Sarina felt her cock twitch a bit further up at the teasing, as it always did as soon as someone pointed it out. Both sides tended to ignore it, not being that interested in it until someone else was –

[i]What else is new?[/i]

But the minute that they were reminded that they were a girl with a dick…well, it added to everything else that they had going on at the time. Sarina stood up with more of a blush on her face, but she still mounted the bench between the lockers and strutted down it. Her toe claws tapped against the wood, her black-framed red wings pulled tight to her back, and her cock just swayed, swayed, swayed between her thighs. She strutted her way right down to the end where the mirrors were, only to stop and [i]drop.[/i]

Barely managing to keep her balls from getting crushed, she landed in a way that just barely managed to bounce her ass, jiggling it over the bench, while keeping her feet out to the side and balancing on her hands. The joking cheers and jeers filled the air, and a few big hands slapped her ass before giving her a playful shove to an empty space at the mirrors.

[i]Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. WANT me.[/i]

As her cheeks stopped jiggling, she slid into the open space. Sarina took a deep breath as she looked at herself in the mirror, shaking her head at the woman that she saw. Black eyes with red pupils looked back at her through her glasses, staring at a face that was soft and feminine, long in the way of many dragonesses, with horns that swooped back and down, almost like handlebars for some people. She shook her head as she adjusted her wings, pulling them in tight behind her again, and slid her tail through the back of the folding chair in front of the mirror as she sat down.

“Heh, glad to see my fellow star’s finally shown up.”

Sarina glanced to her left. Kaulana was such a slight figure next to her, the otter barely coming to four-foot-eleven compared to her own five-foot-nine, but her fellow dancer had breasts that were nearly twice the size of the dragoness’s. Despite Sarina having the bigger ass, they were honestly closer than anyone that much shorter should have been, and also unlike the dragoness, Kaulana was a cis woman, and clearly didn’t mind flaunting it from the way that she sat in her own chair.

“Sorry that you have to share the spotlight,” Sarina said, looking at herself in the mirror. “I know you prefer the solo shows, too.”

“Oh, don’t start that, dearie,” the otter said, giggling. “Oh, sure, I know I just absorb the spotlight out there, but don’t start putting yourself down. If I have to have a backing act, I’m glad it’s you.”

“Backing act, huh?”

“Well, I [i]am[/i] the star, as we all know,” the otter said, pulling little fake gemstones from little bowls on the counter under the mirror and gently adding to the patterns along her breasts. “But you’re a star all your own, hon. Besides, I don’t have to share all my gems with you.”

“…They’re glass, Kaulana.”

“Only between you and me, darling.”

Shaking her head as a smile crept onto her face, Sarina checked her own supplies. A little bit of oil wouldn’t be a bad touch, nor a little polish just under her cheeks for a little more shine. The glasses tended to wear things down over time, and she wanted that spotlight to catch her properly.

“So, are you tucking today?” Kaulana asked.

“Hmm? Well, probably.”

“Awww, but some of them love your cock.”

“I know, I know, but they [i]stare[/i]. And then they look back at you, or whoever else is nearby.”

“Heh, it’s up to you. I’d suggest the sexy tape, though; might be slippery, but makes you look like an anal girl,” Kaulana said, hissing as she jammed one of her stones into her nipple a trifle too hard. “Ugh. Beauty is a challenge.”

“Well, at least you got a head start.”

“Tell me that when I finish bedazzling my clit.”

“Isn’t the pearl piercing enough?”

“You [i]would[/i] think so, but no. Hey, do you have any good toe-rings?”

“Uh, yeah,” Sarina said, pulling open the jewelry drawer. “Do you need a slotted one?”

“What do you think? Last time I tried one without I almost had to go to the hospital for ripped toe webbing. Honey, they were [i]not[/i] very appreciative of me there, and I don’t plan to grace them with a return visit.”

Sorting through them until she found a silver band with a slot along the side, Sarina passed it to the otter. As Kaulana leaned down, it was hard not to stare at her just a little bit. For all that she was shorter and definitely a diva among the other dancers, it was hard not to admire her confidence. She’d never seen the otter any less than completely in charge of the room, playing up her own stardom even on the worst nights. It didn’t get her paid any better – and sometimes, it got her paid worse – but there was something about her that just struck a chord.

[i]She likes what she does. You need what you do.[/i]

Shaking her head, Sarina finished oiling her cheeks and under her breasts and began sorting out her own gear. A couple of golden toe rings, she decided, bigger ones for the big toes, and a pair of matching anklets.

“Give them here, hon,” Kaulana said.

“Hmm?”

“Let me help you. You want to make sure that they’re all the way down, with some of your fans.”

“I don’t have any fans, but here.”

“Heh, you think that you don’t have people coming for you? And they call me delusional.”

Sarina shook her head as she extended one leg to the otter’s lap. It was oddly sensual to have the other woman caressing her leg, holding her by the heel and supporting her foot. The otter stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth, tilting her head to the side as she wiggled the bigger, golden band down her big toe.

“Theeere we go. Nice and decorated,” Kaulana said, stroking her fingers along the dragoness’s sole. “Looking nice and shiny, too.”

“Well, maybe someone will appreciate the effort,” Sarina said.

“Or maybe they’ll appreciate you.”

“Heh.”

“Dear. One of these days, I’m going to sit you in the audience and give you a private show.”

“I didn’t know you liked me that much.”

“Just because I’m demi doesn’t mean I won’t do something to prove a point. I’m that good, Sarina; I will go out on stage, strip [i]just[/i] for you, and show you how much you mean to people, if you’d just let me in.”

“What, you have a strap-on that you want to break in – OW!”

The otter twisted the toe-ring just hard enough to pull on the scales and make the joint ache. Sarina hissed, biting her lips for a moment before Kaulana allowed her to pull her leg back.

“Don’t go sassing me. You know what I mean.”

“Look. I know what I am, and I know what matters to people. In here, out there, it doesn’t matter. People want one, simple thing, and they don’t…they don’t want the complicated parts that come along with the rest of it. So, let ‘em think that this is all there is, okay?”

[i]Let me think that this is all there is. Just for a bit.[/i]

“…We’re going to come back to this,” Kaulana said, patting her lap. “Other leg.”

Sarina obliged, stretching out her other leg and doing her best to ignore her still-throbbing cock and how many eyes there were on it. It hadn’t gone down since she’d stripped everything off, and she knew for a fact that it was going to need some persuading to be tucked down. Flagging down one of the passing guys coming back from the stage, she gestured for some ice, and they nodded, heading past the lockers to the drink cooler at the other end of the room.

Turning back just as the other ring was slid past her toe, almost feeling like it was locked in place, Sarina started to pull her foot back. Kaulana didn’t let her, squeezing tight around her ankle.

“Mmmph…”

“Hon, just…lemme be frank here, okay?” the otter said. “You don’t have to love the customers. God knows, I don’t. I don’t let most of ‘em come back and do anything freaky with me. But the ones that do? I care about ‘em, and they care about me. I’m not like everyone else here, but everyone else here ain’t like everyone else here, either. Doesn’t matter how ‘complicated’ you think you are. You aren’t the only person in the world that can’t find someone for you.”

“…Can we just…do the job, please?”

“Fine. I just had to say, you know?”

“I know. Now –”

“[i]Now[/i], hon, you go ice up and tape up. And get Giles to help you get a plug in.” Kaulana smiled. “I got the routine all set up in my head already. Easy-peasy.”

“But –”

“Go on, dear.”

It was a gentle dismissal, but a dismissal nonetheless. The dragoness sighed, hopping down from her chair with the soft click-click of her toe-rings hitting the floor, and they kept clicking as she made her way down to the cooler. Passing the mouse that had been twerking on stage earlier, she took the ice bucket from him and walked around the corner.

After grabbing some of the more body-friendly tucking tape, she looked down at the ice bucket. She took a deep breath, aimed her cock down with one hand, and –

Plunge.

“Hssssss!”

The sudden chill was more than enough to kill her erection. Of all the things that she ‘enjoyed’ on the job, temperature play – at least the cold kind – wasn’t one of them. Her erection faded rapidly, shrinking down, down, down –

She pulled her hips back, toweled off as fast as she could, and ripped three pieces of tape free from the roll. A little pressure along the top of her shaft and a quick pull yanked it back, a little pressure from either side encouraged her balls to go back up for now, and – there. It was done. The tape was as black as her scales, too, so it ended up looking like she’d just taped over a vagina that wasn’t there.

Not bad.

“Heard you needed me?”

Sarina looked over her shoulder, still panting a bit. She smiled.

“Hello, Giles.”

Giles was a massive eight-foot-tall grizzly bear who seldom wore more than the jockstrap he was currently in and, as far as she knew, was [i]Pleasurable Times’s[/i] main healer. Oh, sure, Notah did his best with some of his magic, working on making sure that the people up front had someone looking after them, but Giles worked as healer and the occasional…well, modifier.

After all, on Bimbo Nights, some of the girls – and some guys – needed a little…help.

“Whatcha need?” the bear asked, crossing his arms and leaning back.

“Just a little, uh, tongue-job.”

“Getting your ass ready for the night?”

“Yeah…Kaulana wants matching plugs.”

“I’ll get ya nice and open, then.”

It was one of those things that happened. Some of the employees got ‘paid’ in getting to enjoy some of the consenting employees. Considering the sheer amount of loose behavior that their profession could encourage, that happened more often than one might expect. So, hearing that from the bear didn’t shock her as much as it might have done, once.

Sarina turned around, leaning over the bench with her tail flicked up over her back. The second that those big hands rested on her ass cheeks, a shiver ran down her spine and her cock pulled at the tape. It was…intense, particularly with that heated breath right over her pucker.

“Heh…just as hot as ever, Sarina. Gonna look good with those cheeks spread around a plug.”

“Mmmph…better hurry up, don’t think we have much ti-iiiiiime!”

It was never anything short of brutish to have Giles’s tongue rammed under her tail, and this was no exception. The broad, slippery thing rammed past her pucker and started flexing in and out of her, thrusting away and filling her with spit-slime and who knew what else the bear produced in his mouth. That tongue felt like it, too, had been modified, sliding deeper and deeper into her than it should have been able to.

In short order, the tingling feeling that accompanied all the other minor magics from the other employees, as well as their voices and scents, faded away. All that mattered was offering her ass, like a good little slut toy.

She could do that.

She liked doing that.

She was a good little bitch-girl…

 

 

 



 
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
 
Summary: Sarina has two sides to herself: the academic, and the slut. At work, the slut gets to come out, but she really doesn’t like to let anyone else know about the academic side. Let’s enjoy the shift.
 
Tags: I/M, I/F, Dragoness, Otter, Grizzly Bear, Sarina, Owl, Strip Club, Naked, Various Species, Exhibitionism, Semi Split Personality, Stripping, Showing Off, Rimming, Toe Rings, Foot Focus, Professionals, Magic, Modern Fantasy, Size Difference, Miniseries,