Night at the Club

Quickly tying up her towel around her waist, not bothering with trying to cover the upper half of her body, Colleen strolled out of the steamy bathroom, her breasts still glistening from her shower as she let out a small sigh, heading for her bedroom. Her ears perked as she listened to the humming of the girl she'd left behind in the shower, the cat grabbed her hairdryer, clicking it on as she purred softly at the warm air, giving her fur a dry. With the hum of the hairdryer, the woman didn't hear the shower turning off or Viola stepping out of the bathroom, her back turned towards the door as the young vixen walked into the bedroom. Without warning, the girl snuck up from behind, yanking Colleen's towel down as she gasped and jumped, her tail shooting up into the air as her fur puffed up, spinning around with a startled hiss only to see the giggling canine standing there, 
“I swear, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days~!”
Viola snickered and stepped next to her aunt, gently nudging the cat out of her way with her hips as she dropped her towel to the floor as well, snatching the hairdryer from the woman's hand, 
“Your fault for hogging up the shower for so long, we're gonna be late if we don't head out soon.”
Collen scoffed with a smirk, grabbing her brush while the fox dried off, preening at her fur, 
“It's a strip club, not a three star restaurant, we don't have a reservation to worry about. Besides, we've got the entire night, plenty of time to enjoy. And the place doesn't even get exciting until at least nine in the evening~”
Brushing her coat, the feline glanced to her side to see the teen humming away, her eyes dipping down to Viola's rump, the girl's legs spread apart just enough to give her a tiny peek at the young vixen's lips every time Viola's tail wagged from side to side. With a naughty smile, Colleen slowly and gently brought a hand down behind the girl, creeping towards the kit's backside before suddenly shoving her fingers up against Viola's slit, getting a startled squeak from the fox as she giggled, 
“Missed a spot here, feels pretty wet~”
Slapping her aunt's hand away from her nethers, Viola rolled her eyes with a grin, grabbing her towel from the floor and dabbing at her pussy lips, 
“You get me soaking wet again, and I'm gonna need to go take another shower, then we'll really be late.”
Colleen shrugged, eyeing herself up in the mirror as she carefully groomed her fur, 
“Oh, I dunno, the boys at the club might prefer that sort of a scent to any perfume you've got with you~”
Both snickered as they resumed getting ready for their girl's night out, nearly ready to leave, though still waiting for the final member of their growing group. 

Just after the two ladies had gotten dressed, with Colleen choosing a casual and relaxed top with a pair of jeans and Viola going for a slightly more playful crop top and a skirt, the doorbell rang as the cat smiled,
“That'll probably be our third, just in time.”
Walking down, Colleen opened the door to see Molly waiting behind it, a slightly shy smile on the panther's face,
“Hey, sorry I'm a bit late.”
Quickly hugging the black feline, giving her girlfriend a tight squeeze as she laughed, Colleen shook her head, 
“Not at all, you're just in time. Come on in, we were just getting ready to head out.”
Dressed in a leather jacket, sporting a pair of earrings and a purse, Molly stepped in after Colleen, ready for a fun and relaxing evening to cap off a rather busy week. Spotting Viola finishing up her makeup in the bathroom, the bartender waved at the little vixen, getting an excited tail wag from the cub as Viola giggled, 
“I was getting worried you'd ditched on us.”
“Oh, not in a million years~”
Hearing the fridge opening up, Molly turned around just in time to catch a can of ice cold cider that Colleen had tossed her way, the woman giving a wink and a smirk while cracking open a can of her own, 
“The taxi won't be here for another few minutes at least, just enough time for a drink I'd say~”
With the night starting off right, the girls waited and prepped for their outing until their taxi had finally arrived to collect the whole lot, the trio packing together in the back, giggling and singing with the radio as they headed towards their usual hangout spot. Ignoring the odd looks the taxi driver was giving her as she clambered out of the car in front of the strip club, Viola glanced towards the entrance to see a tall wolf acting as the bouncer for the night, 
“Aww, Jakey isn't working tonight? I was kinda hoping to surprise him.”
Colleen patted the kit on the back with a grin, slipping her other arm around her girlfriend's waist as she nudged both towards the door, 
“Don't you worry, there'll be plenty of boys for you to chat up in there, I can guarantee that~”

Walking inside of the strip club, the trio were instantly met with the perfect ambiance for a girl's night out, the cheers of horny guys watching the dancers and the thumping of club music intermingling with the smell of spilt alcohol and fragrances, just the right combination of festivity and skeeviness. Though the night was still fairly young, the place was still fairly busy on the Friday evening, a constant parade of strippers stepping out to twirl and shake for the men, and the occasional lady, gathered around the stage, some of the entertainers retreating backstage to count the bills stuffed down their panties while others slipped away into the private booths with lucky clients wishing for a more intimate dance. The bar was similarly busy as well, a few bartenders hustling back and forth to cart out beers and mix up cocktails, running them to tables or handing the drinks out to the groups hanging around the bar, all the action overseen by few stern faced bouncers standing off to the side. Immediately swept up by the sights and sounds, the grinning Viola could hardly try to choose what she wanted to do first, her tail wagging as her head spun from side to side, loving the unabashed lewdness of the place. Sighing as she took in the familiar spot, Colleen nodded towards a small table off in the corner, a perfect nook to relax and plan out their evening before diving head first into whatever debauchery the night might bring their way, 
“How about you two grab a seat at that table, I'll bring us all some drinks to start off.”
Nodding, Molly slipped an arm around Viola's shoulders, walking with the girl as Colleen went to grab some refreshments, reserving the table. Appearing back after a few minutes with a couple cocktails, and a bottle of soda for the kit, Colleen sat down next to her girlfriend, nuzzling against the panther as she leaned back, taking a sip of her drink before taking a good look around, 
“So, see anything interesting?”
Molly smirked, 
“I think Viola did~”
Giving a shy groan and rolling her eyes, the fox quickly looked away, 
“C'mon, stop it, I already said it was nothing…”
Leaning forwards, the cat giggled,
“Well, now you've got me intrigued, what was it~?”
The panther nodded towards the other side of the strip club, at a young looking deer sitting all by himself in a corner. The cervid barely looked twenty years of age, his horns still rather stubby, nursing a beer in his hands as he shyly glanced over at the strippers on stage every few seconds, 
“See that boy over there? Your pervy little niece was practically undressing him with her eyes, just staring and sizing him up the whole time you were getting us drinks~”
Nearly spitting out her soda, Viola quickly protested, 
“N… no I was not! I mean, sure, he's cute, but I wasn't staring! Not that much anyways…”
Colleen smirked as she plucked a cherry out from her drink, setting it on her tongue before slowly biting down on it, watching the girl squirming slightly as she laid her hand on Molly’s thigh, 
“Well, looks like we'll get to be a couple of wingmen tonight~”

Before the vixen could stop the pair, her aunt and Molly had already stood up and walked past her, a horrified look on the kit's face as she spun in her chair to see both women walking straight towards the guy she'd been checking out. With a groan, the fox took one last sip of her soda before jumping up from her chair, dashing after the pair, hoping that she might maybe be able to talk them out of trying to set her up with the stag. Unfortunately for the young teen, a sudden rush towards the bar from a rowdy group of guys celebrating a groom-to-be let the mischievous duo reach the man well before she could elbow her way through the crowd, sighing and debating whether to save herself the embarrassment by slipping off into the bathroom as she saw the wing-women sitting down at the table next to the cervid. Mostly staring down at his beer, fiddling with the bottle while occasionally glancing over at the dancers on stage, the deer didn't even notice the two ladies who'd sat right behind him until Colleen finally cleared her throat, getting a shy look from the man, 
“Hey there, how's the weekend starting~?”
Stammering for a moment, glancing back and forth as if to make absolutely sure that the woman was actually talking to him rather than someone behind him, the young man stuttered, 
“Oh… it's uhh… well, I guess?”
Molly leaned over the table and closer to the antlered guy, her chin resting on her hand as she smirked, 
“Come here often~?”
“No! I… it's my first time. I was supposed to meet a friend here, but he's really late, I tried to call, and… well, just… I mean, I don't come to these… sorts of places often, no.”
Stifling a giggle, Colleen jumped in, 
“So you're not here with anyone? Besides the friend that ditched you, that is?”
“Yeah…”
The feline pointed towards the rather pouty looking fox on the other side of the club, 
“Good news for you then, ‘cause our friend there kinda has the hots for you~”
Looking over at Viola, blushing as he stared at her for a few seconds, the man tried to guess whether the pair were pulling some sort of a prank on him, 
“Wh… what?”
Molly gave the guy an encouraging wink, 
“She's not joking, that girl was checking you out the whole time we were sitting down. You should go over, introduce yourself~”
The stag wasn't usually the sort to get swept up in these kinds of things, but the night, and the light buzz he had going on, had made the man feel a little bit more brave than usual, taking a gulp of his beer before standing up with a small sigh. Spotting that the guy was coming over, Viola quickly looked away, muttering to herself while adjusting her skirt, 
“Ah, what the hell, might as well…”
As he came closer to the vixen, the deer noticed just how short she actually was, starting to suddenly make him suspicious about the girl's age, nearly aborting his approach before he tried to dismiss his worries, sure that no one underaged would even be let into such a place. Taking a seat opposite the kit, the man gave a shy smile, 
“Hey, your friends over there told me that… uhh…”
“They said I was checking you out?”
“Uhh… yeah…”
With a sly smile, the cub nodded,
“Well, they weren't lying. I'm Viola.”
With a small, slightly nervous, chuckle, the stag tried to relax,
“My name's Oliver, th… though, most of my friends just call me Ollie.”
Shuffling her chair closer to the cervid, Viola gave her aunt and Molly a quick grin, watching the pair lift their cocktail glasses to cheer her on. 

After chatting for a few minutes, both the young buck and the even younger vixen managed to relax slightly, with Viola laying on her charm as thick as she could, while Oliver blushed every time he caught the kit's lusty stare, having to force himself to pay attention to her words rather than the naughty glare she was constantly giving him, 
“So, why’d you come to a place like this. I mean, not like there's anything wrong with strip clubs or nothing, it's just that… you know, I can kinda see you don't frequent these places~”
Ollie chuckled, taking another sip of his beer, 
“It really wasn't my idea. I kinda just got dumped by my girlfriend, it wasn't an incredibly serious thing or anything, just a couple of months of dating. But still, my friend thought that if I got laid, I'd cheer up. But now he kinda cancelled on me, after I'd already got here, so…”
Holding back a giggle, Viola cocked her head, 
“Wait. Your friend thought you should get laid, so he… dragged you to a strip club? You do know you don't usually get laid over here? The bouncers don't like it when you touch the dancers, and there usually aren't nearly as many ladies here in the audience~”
The deer chuckled, 
“Yeah, I kinda realised that as soon as I stepped in. But what can I say, my friend is a dumbass.”
Laughing, the fox spotted the perfect opening for taking their friendly chat up to another level, reaching her foot out under the table to playfully rub at the stag’s leg, smirking as she spotted his ears popping up in surprise,
“But I guess it's your lucky day, since I'm here tonight. You know… I've kinda got some experience on stage, if you wanted something to cheer you up without paying for a private dance from one of the other girls~”
Stammering as he stared down at the little vixen, blushing as he clutched his bottle of beer nearly hard enough to shatter it, Ollie was certainly tempted by the idea, already having to stealthily adjust his pants, 
“I… well… I mean… how… how old are you? I just… you seem a little… I-”
Cutting the man off before she had to do any explaining, and risk losing her golden ticket for a night of fun, Viola popped up from her chair and grabbed the cervid’s hand, yanking him up as well, 
“Old enough, now c'mon~!”
Dragging her prey behind her, the girl headed towards the other side of the strip club, spotting her aunt and Molly from the corner of her eye, both giving her a thumbs up as they watched the cub leading the man away. 

Trying to act like she belonged, and hoping that the bouncer standing by either didn't notice or wouldn't mind her poking her snout where it didn't belong, Viola led her new boy toy into the back of the strip club, stepping through a curtain doorway into an area used by the ladies working at the strip club for private dances. The curtain opened to a hallway with sets of private booths on either side, all sectioned off with a curtain as well, giving enough privacy for the girls to do their thing while still leaving them within earshot of the bouncers in case some creep decided to get a bit handsy. Thankful that she wasn't stopped, the vixen dragged Oliver along towards the back, finding a private booth near the back of the hallway, quickly shoving the man inside before stepping in after him, sliding the curtain closed behind them both. Stumbling in and falling flat on his flank into a plush leather chair, Ollie glanced up to see the fox grinning at him, shuffling in his seat to try to at least somewhat conceal the growing bump in his pants as she winked, 
“Ready for a show~?”
With a nod, the buck leaned back in his chair and tried to relax, watching with bated breath as Viola jumped to work. Trying to sway her hips in rhythm with the sensual yet frantic music piped into the private booths, the kit began to strip for her companion, slowly lifting her top off, letting it dangle from just one finger as she reached back to likewise clip her bra open, dropping both to the floor at the same time. With a teasing moan, the fox grabbed the armrests of the chair and leaned in close to Oliver, nearly pushing her chest into his face as he huffed, a very visible bulge in his pants as she grabbed his hand, bringing it to her breasts while cooing into his ear, 
“Unlike the girls working here, I don't mind some touching~”

Rock hard as he ran his fingers through the fur on the cub's chest, giving her growing tits a good grope, Ollie was certainly forgetting all about his previous troubles while the canine giggled. Eager to see if the stag would get as handsy with some other parts of her, Viola suddenly spun around, grabbing her skirt and hiking it up to reveal a light pink pair of panties underneath, shoving her rump right in Oliver’s lap, 
“Help me take these off~?”
Gasping as the vixen's ass gyrated right in his crotch to the music, practically already jerking him off as her soft ass pressed against his erection, the deer reached a shaky hand towards the girl's underwear, biting his lip as he slowly pulled the pair down to her thighs. Flicking her tail up to make sure the man could get a perfect view, Viola moaned as her panties dropped to her ankles, her tailhole and soaking wet mound left on display for the buck as she continued to rub her rear on his crotch, bending forward and reaching back to spread her ass cheeks, flashing the deer with her slit and pucker. Almost blowing a load in his pants just from the show alone, Ollie groaned and shivered in his seat, certainly not helped as the cub suddenly reached for his jeans, slowly zipping his fly open as he moaned, 
“Wh… what are y-”
Putting a finger to her lips, Viola shushed the shy stag, turning around and standing with her legs spread apart as she popped the button on his pants, letting his stare at her dripping wet mound while she opened his jeans agonisingly slowly,
“I don't think the dancers are supposed to be doing this sort of a thing, but it's a good thing I don't work here~”

Practically gasping for air as the young fox opened his jeans and slipped his boxers down, letting his stiff cock flop up, Oliver watched as the kit knelt down in front of him, 
“Lemme make you real comfortable~”
With her hands on the stag's knees, Viola leaned forwards, her maw open and her tongue hanging down as her lips hovered just an inch away from the tip of the man's cock, her hot breaths wafting over the twitching shaft as he moaned, her drool dripping down onto it while squirts of precum splashed onto his own thighs, nearly splattering onto the canine's muzzle. The vixen loved watching Oliver squirming in his chair, dragging out the teasing as she licked her lips, just barely keeping from touching his girth as she examined the manhood from all angles, sniffing and nosing it. Gripping the armrests hard enough for his knuckles to turn white, quivering and moaning as the teasing turned intolerable, Ollie whimpered as he waited for the fox to finally take him in, hoping that she wouldn't make him beg and plead for it. After she decided she'd put the poor boy through enough torture, Viola finally nuzzled her snout right against the base of the man's cock, giving his sack a gentle kiss before dragging her tongue from the base to the very tip, getting a good taste of the deer as he shuddered and groaned through the entire lick. As soon as she was at the tip, the young teen wasted no time, suddenly swallowing down the entire girth in one go, planting her lips at his base, showing off some of the skills she'd developed servicing her adoptive dad. Jolting in his seat, his back arching off of the chair as he brayed, Oliver bucked against the girl's maw while he laid a hand on the back of her head,
“Oh, fuck..!”
Intending to bring the stag to the very edge without ever quite taking him over it, wanting to leave the strip club with more than just a salty taste in her mouth, Viola plunged her muzzle up and down the shaft in rapid succession, moaning against the throbbing cock in her mouth as she bobbed her head in his the grunting man's lap, on her knees as her bare slit dripped onto the floor, leaving a small puddle right next to another of her saliva. 

Just as the kit felt like the guy was about to blow in her throat, she suddenly pulled back, making a loud and wet slurping sound as she unsheathed the long manhood from the back of her throat, left gasping and with a healthy red glow on her cheeks as she carefully stroked the shaft drenched in her saliva. Squirming and whimpering, left teetering right on the edge with the worst case of the blueballs, Oliver watched in desperation as the vixen stood up, wiping her lips,
“So, you wanna finish in my mouth, or…”
With a sly smile, the cub snatched the man's wallet from his pocket, having a good hunch that it had exactly what she was looking for. Opening it up, the fox fished out a condom tucked right next to the buck's driver's licence, holding it between two fingers as she pulled her skirt up with her other hand, flashing the panting deer with her dripping wet slit, 
“...maybe somewhere else~?”
Though his cock felt like it was about to explode, twitching in his hand as he whined like a puppy, the stag had absolutely zero chance of turning down the chance of getting to rut the girl's tight mound, even if it meant having to wait a little while longer to unburden his sack, 
“Y… your pussy!”
“Good~”
With a giggle, Viola quickly ripped the condom wrapper open with her teeth, rolling it over the slippery shaft as the buck moaned, humping the air as she watched the tip already filling with pre. With the condom in place, the kit spun around and tossed her rump into Ollie’s lap, lifting her skirt as the man grabbed her thighs, heaving her into position, her wet lips just barely caressing his manhood. Unable to wait a second longer, Oliver slammed the girl down, skewering her cunt as both gasped in unison, their slurred moans mixing in with the loud club music as she shoved her ass down against the diamond hard cock pulsing in her slit.

Grunting as the little fox's tight walls squeezed him hard, trying to milk him dry, the deer knew he wouldn't last longer than a few good thrusts, giving the cub every last ounce of strength and vigour still left in him as he heaved her up, ramming her down on his girth again. Viola squealed and gasped as she rode her boytoy’s shaft, her tongue lolling down and flopping about as she wagged her tail, letting him do most of the heavy lifting as she enjoyed the ride. Soon enough, the cub heard the telltale strained groan of a guy letting loose the biggest load of his life, feeling the condom filling up and gently inflating while he was balls deep inside of her, her eyes closed with a blissful smile on her face until she suddenly felt a small pop, feeling something warm and slippery beginning to leak from her pussy lips. Glancing down and spotting a big glob of cum oozing down her inner thigh, the girl gave a small groan, lifting herself off of the dazed deer as more and more of his seed flowed from her slit, a broken condom still clinging to his shaft, 
“Damnit, I was kinda hoping I wouldn't need to clean up in the bathroom. Guess I ought to be a little bit more careful opening those damn wrappers with my teeth…”
Viola wiped away at the endless flow of cum spewing from her cunt as Oliver just sat back, groaning and moaning as he felt like he was unloading a year's worth of cum all at once, in utter heaven.

Watching her niece sneak off with the stag towards the back, Colleen chuckled and toasted her girlfriend for a job well done, taking a sip of her drink and leaning back, 
“Wonder if the poor boy knows what's waiting for her, Viola can get pretty ravenous whenever she's needy~”
Giggling, Molly glanced off towards the stage, watching as a stripper was just walking off after a dance, giving the panther a thumbs up, signalling that it was time for her to finally put into effect the surprise she'd been planning the entire week, 
“Oh, c’mere, I gotta show you something~”
Curious, Colleen let the fellow feline take her by the hand, leading her right up to the main stage, sitting her down in a prime seat to see the action before giving her a kiss on the cheek, 
“Stay right there~”
Even more curious about what the bartender was planning, the cat sat and sipped her cocktail as she watched Molly quickly disappear through an employee entrance backstage, the lights dimming as another song began pounding through the speakers. A minute later, the curtains parted as a new dancer walked onto the stage, shocking Colleen as the panther strolled out to a cheering crowd, wearing nothing but a pair of crotchless panties and a set of elbow-high satin gloves, stepping next to the stripper pole and wrapping her fingers around it as she grinned, blowing a kiss at her dumbfounded girlfriend. Before Colleen could even catch up to the sight of the near naked panther on stage, Molly grabbed onto the stripper pole with both hands, spinning and twisting around as the audience lit up with whistles and shouts, her lithe body gyrating to the music. With Molly’s secret strip dancing lessons thoroughly impressing Colleen, she quickly joined in with the cheering audience, setting her drink aside as she admired the panther's impressive moves, stuffing a few dollars into the band of her girlfriend's crotchless panties as the feline knelt down near the edge of the stage. Giving the panther's slit a kiss as well while Molly was squatting by the side of the stage, much to the joy of the crowd of men watching, Colleen felt her own mound getting rather wet, both ladies panting, one from the physical exercise of spinning around on a pole and the other just out of pure lust. As dollar bills rained down on the stage all around them, the panther closed her eyes and purred as the cat gave her pussy lips a tender smooch, using just a little bit of tongue, enough to leave Molly wanting more as she grimaced at the other woman's cold nose teasing at her clit. 

As soon as Molly was off the stage, still sporting her stripper gear of gloves and panties, Colleen snatched up the panther and dragged her into the back, the two felines stumbling into the employee bathroom while already making out and groping one another, moaning as they tongued each other's maws. Slamming the door shut behind her with her foot, Colleen embraced the bartender as her hands squeezed at Molly’s ass and chest, panting as she nudged the girl back against the sink, grabbing handfuls of the panther's ass. Molly was similarly lost in a haze of passion, frantically ripping off the cat's clothes as she pressed her hips against the other feline, thrusting her bare pussy lips against Colleen's thigh and grinding on the woman while the pair made out, shivering and whimpering with need as she left a big wet spot on the cat's pants. As her tail twisted into knots, Colleen reached between the panther's thighs from behind, feeling her fingertips caressing the other woman's soaked folds as Molly continued to hump her, barely even paying any attention to the noise of the club outside as her top was flung to the other side of the bathroom and her pants dropped to the ground. Lifting Molly to sit up on the sink, the cat's ears folded down flat against her head as her girlfriend peeled her drenched panties off of her pussy, kicking the underwear off as the pair’s sloppy makeout session went on, irregardless of the sounds of someone occasionally stopping by to listen on the other side of the door to what was happening in the bathroom. 

Eager to finish what she had started off back at the stage, even if the audience wasn't there to witness it much to the chagrin of most of the guys they'd left behind, Colleen dropped to her knees and stuck her snout between the black-furred feline's legs. Gasping as the cat's muzzle pressed against her bare crotch, nuzzling right against her pussy lips, Molly laid a hand on the other woman's head, leaning against the wall with her other hand to try to keep her balance, sitting on the sink as she purred at the feel of her girlfriend's frantic breaths tickling her folds. Still tasting Molly’s choice of cocktail after the makeout session they'd just had, Colleen slipped his tongue into the panther, holding onto the bartender’s thighs, letting Molly toss one leg over her shoulder as she dug deep into the juicy and wet mound tantalising her. The scent and taste of the gasping panther almost immediately brought Colleen to the verge of a climax, even though she wasn't even the one being eaten out, Molly’s lusty and wild growls driving her wild as she pushed her tongue deeper into the twitching cunt, wanting nothing more than to feel her girlfriend cumming in her maw. After the little workout session on stage, getting worked up from the dozens of guys and her girlfriend eyeing her up as she danced and showed herself off, Molly wasn't far away from making the cat's wishes come true, huffing and puffing with her back against the bathroom mirror. Though she was desperate to get Molly off on her face, Colleen still knew better than to just blindly rush, using all of her skill as she swirled her agile tongue around, paying particular attention to the girl's clit as she licked and suckled, one hand rubbing at the panther's bare belly as she carefully listened to the increasing pitch that Molly was howling at. Preparing herself for a very messy finish, her muzzle clamped around Molly’s mound and her tongue reaching as far inside of the slit as she could get it, Colleen gently held the bartender down as the feline came with a roaring moan. Keeping her tongue at work the whole time, the cat drank down the sweet nectar the writhing and squealing panther was squirting into her mouth, Molly’s juices running down her chin as she shivered, dripping a pool of her own sticky sap onto the bathroom floor. Unable to even talk as she recovered from her intense finish, Molly slumped back, wheezing for air as she watched the cat stand up in front of her with a smirk. Colleen leaned in as if going for a kiss with her girlfriend, only to instead stick her snout into the panther's chest fluff, wiping off the mess on her snout on Molly’s fur, giggling as she pressed her muzzle against the winded bartender’s, 
“Hope you don't mind, but you would've needed a shower anyways~”

Staggering out of the backstage area, their clothes dishevelled and a very strong scent of sex lingering in the air around the couple, Colleen and the newest dancer of the strip club both shuffled back towards their table, one of the panther's arms slung around the cat's shoulders to steady her shaky legs, wide smiles on their faces. The pair received a few knowing looks from some of the staff as well as the customers of the club, Molly’s rather audible climax seemingly clueing about half of the strip club into what was going on behind the closed bathroom doors, though none of them seemed to particularly mind the extra evening entertainment, only giving smirks and some thumbs up to the parched couple. Flopping down into their seats, both women let out a huff, Molly fanning herself as Colleen raised her hand to catch the attention of a nearby bartender, 
“Can we get a couple of drinks, kinda warm in here all of the sudden~”
Glancing around after putting in their order, the cat noticed her niece likewise stumbling out from the other side of the strip club, a tissue in Viola's hand as she tried wiping at her inner thighs, straightening her skirt and fixing her tube top. Appearing from behind the curtains just a few steps behind the girl, Oliver slipped out as well, looking around with a shy blush before turning to the vixen, giving a chuckle as the two exchanged a few words, though Colleen couldn't quite make out what they were saying. The woman smirked as she finally spotted Viola scribbling something down on a, thankfully unused, napkin that the stag handed to the cub, tucking it into Ollie’s pocket before giving the buck a playful slap on the ass, the two parting ways after, 
“Looks like those two had fun, enough so for Viola to give the boy her number at least~”
With a satisfied sigh, the kit walked back to her aunt and Molly, spotting that the couple seemed just as sweaty and winded as she was, sitting down opposite the two felines as she snickered, 
“You two snuck off for some fun together, didn't you~?”
Molly grinned, 
“Well, not sure I'd exactly call it sneaking off, but something like that, sure. We'll tell you all about it, as soon as you give us the deets on you and deer boy first~”
Giggling, Viola shuffled her chair closer to the two women, her voice slightly hushed as she began recount everything that had happened, her tail happily flicking the air.