It was another one of those nights, one of those hot summer nights where time seems to stretch into a haze of early evening until far into the morning. The streets were empty, the crowds that had once flowed along the concrete sidewalks like blood through a vein now driven inside out of the heat. But the city's heart was still beating, in the tenements and on the assembly lines, in the theaters and in the jazz clubs, the wide-bladed fans turning slowly on the ceiling as the blood of the city worked or played, or slept, or loved, or simply sat down with a drink in a spare moment.

It was in such a moment that Jazz Cat found himself, in a faceless, nameless bar set a few feet below street level, surrounded by the murmur of idle conversation and the dirty light of flickering incandescent bulbs. The only thing needed to complete the picture would be a bit of jazz drifting up over the sounds of the bar - and no sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a slender dragoness took a seat at the piano, fingers fluttering along the keys in a light introduction. The cat smiled to himself and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes as he listened. A drum set joined in, smooth with brushes, and a double bass to fill out the sound - 

And a singer. The cat's eyes opened as that voice flowed through the room, the bar falling silent as its collective attention was drawn to the stage, seeking the source of those sultry syllables. To the cat's surprise, the singer was a feline as well, another orange tabby, but one who held herself with such grace and poise as to make Jazz seem uncoordinated even sitting stationary in his seat. She knew how to play a crowd, too - there wasn't an eye in the room that wasn't riveted to the cat's slender figure as she stood and sang, and she knew it. She opened her eyes, and the crowd drew in its breath in anticipation of the real show of the evening. She winked into the room, and the crowd breathed out again in a collective sigh, disappointed that they hadn't been the one to receive that wink... all except Jazz, who had been. He set down his drink as the singer's eyes met his, her lips quirked into a knowing smile as they wrapped themselves around the words of the song, her tail stroking the air in slow motions. As the cat stepped off the stage, Jazz's eyes were drawn to the slit down the side of her dress, draped dangerously over her thigh, following the contour of her hips with the inaudible whisper of fabric on fur. A dog at a table near the stage leans towards her wistfully and she places a finger on his forehead, pressing him gently back into his seat, a purr accenting the lyrics as she grins. It was a well-known show, the long long walk to the target, but that didn't mean the audience didn't appreciate it. And of course, this one was a particularly good one as the cat left tablefuls of frustrated libidos and broken hearts in her wake, hips swaying seductively, eyes bright and full of life, every word lovingly shaped to perfection.

Jazz purred quietly as she approached him, watching her eyes but keenly aware of every curve on her body as she leaned towards him. Her paw landed on his thigh and he jumped in surprise; he opened his mouth but caught himself before he spoke. She grinned at him as he shifted uncomfortably, feinting towards the bulge in his pants and letting her eyes laugh as he tensed instinctively. Too soon, her song was over, the music lapsing back into the delicate sound of the piano, and the cat turned her back on Jazz and began to saunter back to the curtain, leaving a cloud of sexual frustration behind.

And then Jazz leaned forward, catching the cat by the hip, and she turned back with a surprised mrowrl, eyes wide. Jazz grinned and winked at her playfully as she tried to pull away, his grip tightening on her. "Leaving so soon?" he asked quietly. There was a moment of frozen silence - at least, silence save the music still drifting down from the stage - and then a smirk spread across the singer's face and she turned to face jazz, planting a foot on the seat of his chair and pushing him away from the table so she could sit down in his lap.

"Somebody's feeling bold today," she murmured.

"Thought this show could use a little audience participation, is all." Jazz ran a paw gently up her thigh, purring. "We wouldn't want to disappoint the crowd, now, would we?"

The cat laughed and pushed her hips forward, brushing against the bulge in his pants, and she leaned in until her chest was pressed against his. "We'll see who disappoints who, sweetie. Pants off."

Jazz stares at her for a moment, the unexpected words not quite registering, and then his eyes widen and he reaches down to unzip his pants. Before he's even tugged them off, his shaft springs out, already dripping pre with arousal. It's the other feline's eyes that widen this time, staring at the enormous member for a moment, and then she starts to purr deep in her chest.

"Oh, this is going to be fun..."

The cat let out a soft growl and pushed herself against Jazz as he slipped his hands up her thighs to pull her dress aside, his own breathing starting to quicken with excitement.  He pulls her towards him, his shaft pressed against her stomach, feeling her folds warm and damp against the base, and she lets out a moan as his barbs brush across the sensitive lips. With a shudder, she put his hands on his shoulders as if to brace herself, claws scraping against his skin through his fur as she arched her back. Jazz growled in pleasure and with one easy motion, he buried his shaft deep in the cat on top of him. It drew a moan out of both of them and they paused for a moment, letting the sensation fill them, and then she drew in her breath and started thrusting herself down onto him. He responded almost immediately, rocking his hips back up into her, letting her grind against him at the apex of every thrust, her fluids soaking into their fur as she grew wet with arousal. He started to pant softly as she rode him and his hands wandered upwards to her breasts, kneading them through the fabric of her dress. As his thumbs brushed against her nipples, she shuddered and arched her back, and she clenched down on him, drawing a hiss of pleasure from between his teeth. He growled softly and put a little more effort into his thrusts to work his entire length into her with every stroke. The cat on top gasped quietly in response and leaned forward, the chair tipping dangerously as their balance shifted. As she lifted her feet from the floor, dropping all of her weight onto Jazz's shaft, he tensed up, groaned, and came hard, his cock throbbing and shooting thick streams of seed into the cat's folds. The sensation seemed to spur her on and she grinned, pushing herself forward with a growl and managing to send the chair toppling backwards. Jazz let out a yowl as he hit the ground, not from the impact, but because it had slammed her down onto him harder than ever and she was grinding down hard against him. He shook his head briefly as his climax started to taper, cum soaking his fur, and then grinned. Well, if she was gonna keep going, who was he to disappoint?

In one smooth motion, Jazz rolled over, the singer's eyes widening as he bore her to the ground. As he started to pound into her again, though, that same feline grin spread across her face and she began to squirm beneath him, running her nails down his thighs and purring. He nearly laughed at the challenge so clearly written in her expression and he sped up, his shaft slipping into her easily with the added lubrication of his own fluids. She arched her back into the thrusts in return, lifting herself off the ground, growling happily. With a grin, Jazz slid his hands up her sides, drawing another moan out of her as she squirmed, and resumed his attentions to her breasts, never once slowing down his thrusts. She closed her eyes and mrowrled as he found her swollen nipples, teasing them gently, and when he leaned down to take one into his mouth, her eyes flew open again and she yelped in surprise. She grit her teeth as he began to suckle gently, tensing on his shaft as her climax neared, but she managed to hold back for the moment. Eventual he came up for breath, both of them breathing hard, and she reached up to pull him back down onto her. Her claws dragged down his back, gently scraping, and as he arched his back in pleasure she let herself go. The sound of her moan and the feeling of her shaking beneath him in climax set him off again, and he came for a second time, crying out as he filled her again with seed. This time her own fluids mingled with his to run into their fur and mat it down.

Breathing hard, he rested his forehead against hers, both of them purring happily.

"When did you get into town, Jessa?" he asked. "And why didn't you let me know you were back?"

She laughed, eyes bright as she looked into his. "It's so much more fun to surprise you."

He grinned back and ran a hand over her belly, scratching gently. "I'll say." He winked as her tail brushed against his. "I take it you want to win this one? Your crowd, after all."

"If you wouldn't mind." She ground against him from below briefly. "And if you think you can get it up again."

He growled softly with another grin. "Oh, now that's a challenge. We're going to have to do this for real when we get home."

"But what am I going to do with the rest of my night?" She winked. "Come on, then, can't keep our audience waiting."

Jazz laughed. "Always with the witty retort, my sister." He lifted himself off of her and stood up, still breathing hard. "You oughta get back on stage, toots. Song's almost over."

Jessa purred as she lay there for a moment, letting her fingers slip into her folds, and then she grinned again. "Oh, I think we have a chorus or two left," she replied as she stood.

Jazz turned back to her, raising an eyebrow, but whatever he was about to say was cut off as Jessa pressed herself against him. His eyes widened as she pushed him back against the wall, one hand slipping down to grasp his shaft, and he started to harden again under her touch as she leaned in to kiss him forcefully. He winced slightly as his head hit the wall, but she held the kiss, breathing hard through her nose as her fingers crept down to cup his balls. He groaned and arched his back, and she dropped herself onto him again, letting out a contented purr as he slipped into her folds. She slammed herself down against him, sinking his member deep into herself, still growling. Jazz raised his hands, resting them on her hips, but she batted them away and just pounded onto him again. As he brought his hands up again, going for her breasts this time, the tip of her tail pressed suddenly against his tailhole, and as he yelped in surprise, it pushed its way in. The sensation caught him off guard and he came again, setting off Jessa as well, the two cats moaning in tandem as she pressed herself against him and let herself fill with cum. When Jazz finally tapered off, Jessa pulled away and let him sink to the ground, panting.

Smirking, she straightened her dress, shook her hair out, and stretched luxuriously.

And then, very deliberately, she padded back to the stage and finished her set, the song just as sweet as ever.