       The past night was a blur, fuzzy shapes of recollection solidifying into only one concrete fact; it was one hell of a night.  The bedroom was strewn with hastily cast aside clothes, pants here, panties there, a bra dangling from the fan.  The covers of the bed too were half on the bed and even less covering the two occupants that now slept on the bed.
       The two leopard’s soft shapes lay lightly against one another.  One with her face nuzzled between the breasts of the other.  The white fur of one contrasted against the black fur of the other forming a sort of erotic yin yang.  Both slept on in total bliss having wet dreams of the events of the previous night.  Whether or not they’d fully remember what had transpired is yet to be seen, but the hazy memories would be enough to let them know.
       Club Feline had never seen a more wild night.  Sure every so often the testosterone levels would reach dangerous heights.  Never so much that a fight would break loose but close enough that both would end up with ruffled fur.  Some-times, and more often than not one would leave with a stinging cheek from the sharp claws of a female that didn’t want to receive the attention she had.  But the events of that night would forever go down into Club Feline history.
       As with all clubs there is usually at least one dancer that is the most coveted and Club Feline was no exception.  She was a diva in every sense of the word.  Her poise and grace gave her a presence that always left a mark.  She walked with purpose and ease, never paying more attention to one of her “clients” than the other with a marked sense of indifference.  Tonight however was different, something in her game had changed; tonight she had found something intriguing.
       Almost nobody had really noticed the black leopard enter the club.  Nobody could really recall even seeing her before.  Even then she could barely be seen, sitting in the shadows of the chair placed directly in front of the Diva’s pole.  Only upon closer inspection could the other felines make out her glossy black fur next to the stage.  While the crowd hadn’t initially spotted her the Diva certainly had.
       For all the viewers could tell they were invisible, only the Diva and her “client” were there.  With all the poise and gravity that gained her her place she snubbed the entire club and honed in on the leopard in front of her.  
       The two felines eyes locked as all else around them faded into background.  They had all been judged and found wanting, here now in front of each other was who their attention belonged to.  The Diva and her client was all that mattered now.
       Calling on all of her grace and poise the Diva began her dance.  Her lithe body moved and swayed in ways that only her species could.  Wrapping her body and tail around the pole she slides herself slowly around flicker her tail out to tease the nose of the other leopard.  Moving closer she reaches down and grabs the others paws and pulls her onto the stage.
       The black leopard showed no resistance as she is pulled onto the stage.  Pressing her body to the others the two kiss right in front of the shocked and excited crowd.  Their paws drop down to the others rear as they make out feeling the others body.
       The two leopards attentions seem to sync with the ambient music beat as their bodies begin to weave.  Soft paws rub and caress soft bodies as black and white fur presses and weaves together.  White paws reach up and slides along the glossy black shoulders removing the shoulder straps of the clients dress.
       The red dress silently slips off exposing her body to the crowd.  Shamelessly the two continue in full view of the crowd.  Their paws danced across the others body, colors in stark contrast to the others.
       The crowd watched in awe as the two continued their dance.  Neither showed even the slightest sign that they knew or cared that they were being watched.  Clearly the Diva had more grace than her partner.  What she lacked in grace though she made up in sheer sex appeal.
       Her glossy black fur glistened in the lights above the stage showing off every sensuous curve.  Her body weaved with the same ease as the Diva with an added flair.  Her tail acted with a mind of its own, swaying to its own beat lifting just enough that the crowd could see she had no panties.
       The two felines continue to ignore the crowd dancing and weaving as they become more and more erotic.  The crowd watches with bated breath.  Hoping, waiting, wanting.  However suddenly the two seem to remember where they are.  The two felines grin at each other and the black leopard slips a wad of cash into her panties.
       The club is nearly silent as the two part and a feeling of disappointment permeates the room.  Stooping down the black leopard picks up her dress and slips into it.  The omnipresent hum of voices filters back to her ears as she leaves the club.  
       The bands of undesirables, now aware of her make passing comments as she glides by.  Cat calls and whistles accompany her passage as the testosterone is aimed at her.  With all the poise and grace of the Diva who had left the room she too takes her leave of Club Feline.
       Outside of the club the leopard waits in her car.  Before long a ghostly white shape glides into view and into the passenger side of her car.  The ride home isn’t long and soon the two felines are at each other with abandoned regard.
       Their clothes are scattered as they pull and toss them aside.  Carnal desires that had been put on hold now came back with a vengeance.  The two leopards immerse themselves in a sea of lust and carnal desires.  
       The rest of the night fades into a blur.  The next morning would come to find them still tied together.  The nights activities only a fuzzy memory of bliss and passion.  
