Striptease by Zhyan

Thunderwolf rubbed himself against the shiny chrome pole in the middle of the first catwalk, grinding his hips in time with the musicas many screaming fans waved their currency enthusiastically. He rocked his hips closer to the crowd, giving them the opportunity toshow their appreciation by slipping their notes into his loincloth, before spinning 360 degrees and falling comfortably into the splits. 

The middle catwalk was equally surrounded as a warrior maiden peeled her bikini top from her ample bosom and discarded it without a second thought, her crowd cheering as she pressed her cleavage against the pole and held it between her breasts. She squeezed her nipples gently, making them turn a deeper shade of pink as she swayed seductively toward her fans and dipped into a crouch, wiggling her butt at them while they pushed bill after bill under the strap of her thong. 

The third catwalk seemed to be surrounded by the more violent inhabitants from Third Earth, since many little fights kept breaking out on the outskirts of the group. Those people closer to the stage were often shoved unceremoniously to one side and had their money torn from their hands as an over excited Aztec screamed her encouragement for her exhibitionist husband. Zhyan jumped at the shiny pole and caught it between his naked thighs as he spun slowly to the bottom, unfurling himself from the metal bar and rolling backwards toward his awaiting fans. 

He kneeled before Spark, letting her put the money in his g-string before leaning down to her ear. "Love, I said I'd give you a private show later," he said, unable to stop grinning. 

"But, you don't want my support?" she asked, pouting. 

"Sure I do! But, don't you think it'd be a good idea to let everyoneelse show their support too?" He indicated the few notes in his skimpy clothing before he jumped to his feet, gyrated his hips in time with the music then swaggered down the line of screaming women, dropping to his knees again. Once more, Spark fought her way to the front, snatching the nearest woman's money and putting it in Zhyan's g-string. 

"Love, please," he said, seeing the crowd getting more irate. "Go have a drink or something." 

Tears formed in Spark's eyes and her lip quivered as she turned from the stage and waded out of the crowd toward the exit of the club, making the archangel feel guilty immediately, but couldn't go after her. If he jumped off the catwalk the crowd would rip him apart, so all he could do was dance it out and pray she'd be at the fortress when he'd finished. 

The three catwalk dancers retreated to the safety of the main stage, regrouping in the middle as the show started to wind down to the finish, their moves complementing each other while the pixies ran down the catwalks with boxes, picking up the money that had been thrown onto the stages. Before anyone could react, the main doors burst open and hundreds of police officers stormed in, wearing full riot gear. 

*** 

Earlier that night... 

Dave the pixie hopped off the shoulder of the hefty troll bouncer and skipped inside, rubbing his devious hands together eagerly before jumping easily onto the bar to pick up his tiny Martini, taking a sip as he sought out his boss. It didn't take long to find Zhyan, sitting casually on the edge of one of three catwalks in the main dancehall, lighting up a fat cigar and taking one long pull before blowing out a huge smoke ring. 

"Didn't think it was Christmas yet," the pixie quipped as he hopped up beside the archangel, referring to the angel's yearly cigar. 

"It may as well be," Zhyan mumbled, taking another lung full of pungent smoke. "It's going to be insane tonight..." 

"Was there any doubt?" Dave chirped happily, punching Zhyan in the arm. "We're gonna make a killin'!" 

Zhyan grinned evilly as he stubbed his cigar out, expelling the last of the smoke in one long, drawn out sigh. "Of course we are! We need to, thanks to the collapse of the pixie dust trade... damn Mandora to hell... she better not show tonight, otherwise it'll be roast pork on the VIP menu." 

"Ooh, them's fightin' words!" Dave giggled as he began to skip up the catwalk, disappearing backstage. 

"Damn right they are..."the archangel muttered, signalling to the bouncers. It was time. 

*** 

Felino stepped gingerly behind the bar, the only bar in the VIP area of the new club. "S'Kat's gonna kill me," he thought, adjusting his dickey bow. He felt ridiculous, wearing only loose white cuffs, a white collar with a black bow tie, tight black breeches and a black waistcoat, about three sizes too small for him. He was in desperate need of extra cash, especially after RD had got him addicted to powdered Tygra essence whilst getting drunk once in his presence. He had to find a way to pay for his addiction! It had been RD who offered him this position; it was either this, or become his sex slave. He shuddered violently. This had to be the lesser of two evils. The first VIP's began to enter the lounge, few of them he recognised, but the ones he did he wanted to hide from. Spark was the first to approach an evil smirk on her beautiful features as she leaned against the bar. 

"Well gato, is this not a surprise?" she drawled, tapping her nails on the shiny surface. 

Felino stiffened, all his hair standing on edge. "What would ma'am like?" he asked, his voice strained and his teeth clenched. 

"Hmm..." she hummed, looking at the vast array of drinks behind him and inspecting every pump along the bar, purposefully taking her time. "I would like a tequila crème, um, hmm... I wonder what Salix would like?" 

After ten minutes, Felino's discomfort soon turned to boredom, then finally relief when she finished ordering for the rest of her team mates, glad to see the back of her, his eyes fixed on her retreating buttocks, swaying hypnotically. She might not have been the perfect customer, but she had a fine ass. Before he could contemplate further, two busty Thunderian ladies approached, their skin-tight dresses leaving very little to the imagination. 

"Yes," he thought, "this IS the lesser of two evils!" 

*** 

Liono crouched behind a fire hydrant, hoping it would keep him hidden from the two bouncers guarding the entrance. He'd decided to patrol on his own tonight, keeping minimal contact with the lair considering he was just off King Cat Avenue. He wanted to go inside the new club so badly, but he knew the kind of people who were in there after watching the masses file into the huge building. Before he could move, a little terrier padded over to him and began to sniff his crotch. As the young lord tried to shoo it away, it marked its territory up his leg before trotting back the way he came, leaving Liono to jump around and curse vehemently. He looked disdainfully from the dog to the club, knowing that he had to enter to get cleaned up or face the embarrassment of returning to the lair and have everyone believe he'd wet himself in the face of the enemy again. Drawing himself up to his full height, he strolled boldly to the entrance, hoping to walk straight past the trolls, but became a little panicked as they moved to block his path. 

"No chillen 'lowed," one boomed in broken English. 

"I'm no child! I demand you let me enter!" Liono replied curtly. 

The bouncer nearest the pay booth looked over at the hybrid, who just sighed and pressed a button under the desk. 

*** 

RD Rivero stood at the head of a cavernous room, wearing a tiger leotard, with tail ™, black pantyhose and matching tiger leg warmers and sweat band, his arms akimbo and his skin glistening with a light sweat. 

"Now, let us try again," he said to the gathered men, women and pixies. He held his hand up to signal for music, and a rather annoyed looking pixie started the CD for what must have been the fifteenth time. RD swung his hips hard to the left, throwing his shoulders and arms to the right, clicking his fingers before swinging them the other way, the tail of his leotard waving maniacally behind him. He repeated this several times, until the song intro gave way to Tom Jone's "It's Not Unusual", making everyone in the room groan with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. RD, somewhat unwillingly, slowed to a stop, putting his hands on his hips once more, signalling to the pixie to cut the music. 

"You have to learn this! If ever the cops appear during a show, you all have to know how to go straight into this dance! No one will suspect anything dodgy with you all dancing to that, will they?" He reasoned, noticing how no one seemed convinced. 

"This is so fucking cheesy," TW boomed from the other side of the room, leaning against the mirror wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "If the cops show, why don't we just fucking waste em? After all, we ARE the law round here." 

All the other strippers nodded and murmured their agreement, turning to RD as if expecting some kind of retort. 

He pouted, opening and shutting his mouth several times until he lifted his chin indignantly. "Alright, I suppose you have a point. But, don't you think the moves have a certain panache? Not even a little?" he gestured hopelessly, giving another demonstration of his flashy hip swinging, clicking his fingers to the phantom beat. 

Thunderwolf sighed and wandered over to the still dancing human and grabbed him round the neck, squeezing ever so slightly. RD squeaked and tried to slap the sabre's paws off, but to no avail, hanging limply as Thunderwolf carried him easily to the open window, throwing him casually outside. There was a scream, a crash, and a very high pitched, "I will be avenged!" before Thunderwolf closed the window. 

"Now," said the ancient Thunderian, "we do things my way." 

*** 

Zhyan heard the all too familiar bleep of his radio and followed the instructions to go outside, only to find Liono being suspended by his throat by both trolls. 

"Well, well, if it isn't a kitten," the archangel smirked, motioning for the bouncers to let him go. 

"Why am I not allowed in here? I'm legal," the Lord of the Thundercats protested, puffing his chest out. 

"I'm sure you are, in some other universe," Zhyan responded. He looked him up and down, sniffing the air. "What's that smell?" 

Liono tried his best to look ignorant. "I don't know what you mean," he said. 

After close scrutiny, the archangel sighed and took one of the bouncers to the side. "Let him in, but only let him in one of the private booths -- one of the special booths," he whispered before retreating back inside quickly, knowing the lord would be looked after without much worry. He would have made sure Liono was safely put aside himself, but he had so much to do before the opening show started... 

*** 

This was, perhaps, the only conceivable time the populous of Third Earth could be found dancing to the likes of Ricky Martin, but the alcohol was already flowing thick and fast throughout all parts of the club, no one seen without at least one drink in their hand. 

People were still entering the plush establishment, all marvelling at the sights and sounds, some not even knowing why they wanted to dance as soon as they stepped onto the dance floor, but did anyway. 

Everyone was having a great time, drinking in the atmosphere greedily, and letting their cares drift away, no one even noticing the glittery powder spewing forth from the air conditioning. 

Zhyan stood in the main security control centre, watching one of the monitors showing countless pixies emptying bag after bag of pixie dust into the air ducts. Yes, everything was running smoothly here. 

As he was about to leave, an alarm began to blare from the front of house pay booth, an image of Mandora filling the monitor screen. 

"Shit!" the archangel gasped, backing from the room before running down the corridor. Reaching the front area in record time and barely out of breath, Zhyan plastered a fake smile on his features before confronting the law. 

"Are you the owner of this establishment?" Mandora demanded before he could even utter a word of feigned pleasantry. 

"I am one of the owners, yes," Zhyan replied, bowing his head slightly. "And what might the trouble be, officer?" 

"I am here to check your permits," she responded in her usual monotonous tone. 

"Of course," the archangel purred, gesturing to the entrance to the club. "This way, if you please." He straightened his tuxedo as the woman entered the club, turning to the cheetah/lynx hybrid inside the booth who winked at him, letting him know that the loose ends would be taken care of. As he disappeared inside after Mandora, the hybrid spoke a few words into a radio at her side, then watched eagerly as several bouncers came out and picked up the Electra Charger, carrying it round the back of the building to be disposed of later. 

Zhyan met Mandora just inside the door, smiling at her as he took the lead, making sure to take a meandering route through the first dancehall, smirking as he saw the pixie dust taking effect. He began to walk across the first dance floor, his smirk turning into a blissful grin as the enchanted marble beneath their feet added to the pixie dust already in the law woman's system. Slowly, against her will, her hips began to sway in time with the Latin beat, her hands travelling up her body. Following the curve of her waist, then over her breasts, staying there for some time as she explored each full mound, even tweaking her nipples before continuing up her body until her arms snaked up over her head to swing in rhythm to the rest of her body. Zhyan left her there to bump and grind, snickering as he made his way to the nearest bar, grabbing a couple of pixie bar staff. 

"Give her something to drink," he ordered. "I don't want her to ever be without one until I return. Oh, and make her drinks potent... we don't want her to come round, do we?" 

Both the little creatures saluted obediently and grabbed a flask, both beginning to mix the strongest alcohol at their disposal. The archangel sighed deeply, unable to believe how easy that had been, but the hard part was still to come. He couldn't have her shut the club on its first night; that just wouldn't do! 

He clicked his fingers and a barmaid placed a large piña colada in his hand, which he sipped at delicately. Things were going so smoothly! Now it was time for the night to REALLY begin...

TBC