Bangkok Part III

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As the sun slowly set over the city commonly known as the “Venice of Asia”, one would expect the hustle and bustle of an active city to die down, but it was the opposite in Bangkok. When the sun went down, people came out to play. Work was over, for the people who worked during the daytime at least. 

Alex, her manager, Quinn, and Dylan had arrived at Red Circle nightclub just a tick after 9 PM, which was a lot later than they had originally planned. As the group approached the service entrance of the nightclub, they were stopped by a big and burly brown bear guarding the door. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, where do you guys think you’re going? Entrance is out front; this is for employees only.”

The raccoon quickly stepped forward from the group toward the big bear bouncer and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Logan, Miss Marx’s manager, I’m here for the photo shoot we discussed with the owner?” As the ringtail reached her hand out to the bear’s to initiate a handshake, she performed a quick sleight of hand trick where it looked like she had summoned her business card out of thin air, a thing she tended to do to ease the tension in situations like these. Despite Alex often telling her it was “dorky”, she thought it was cool. 

The bouncer took one look at the raccoon and the business card she handed to him and pressed on the radio he had clipped to his shoulder to ask one of the employees on the inside for the owner. “Ey, Jules, can you check with the boss about a Logan, Miss Marx, and co, coming to do a photo shoot?” It was radio silence for almost five seconds before a feminine voice replied in a voice that was slightly muffled by loud and thumping electronic music. 

“Eyup, boss said to expect them, we have a VIP section roped off for them, let 'em’ in.”

The bear raised his eyebrow and glanced down at Logan who was still holding her business card out toward him. “Alright, head on in, VIP section is right across from the big LED screen. Can’t miss it.” 

“Thank you,” Logan said, still standing in the exact same position with her business card extended out to bear. She wasn’t going to move until the card was taken from her. It would be awkward to have to put her card back after performing a neat trick to reveal it. She hadn’t learned how to put it away in a cool way just yet. The bouncer stared at her for a full five seconds before he took the business card from her hand and stepped away from the door to let them inside. “Thanks, handsome!” the raccoon smiled as the card was taken from her, pushed the door, and went inside. Alex followed her manager inside, with Dylan and Quinn right behind her. Once they were through the door, it closed behind them loudly like a scene from a horror flick; Dylan was the only one to jump at the sound, however. 

‘Clank!’

Everyone turned to look at the rabbit boy disapprovingly, which made him stare back at them. “What? I’m very easily spooked.” He defended himself. Alex chuckled, patted him on the shoulder, and pulled him in to walk alongside her with her arm over his shoulder. The group continued to walk through the club’s storage area, passing boxes, shelves, bottles, and employees who were minding their business. That was until they saw Alex walk by with the “no pants” look that probably wasn’t up to the nightclub’s dress code. The raccoon knew exactly where to go to get out of the backroom and into the main area of the club, clearly, she had been there before. Logan was a very well-connected individual; how else would she have landed a job as Alex’s manager?

After strolling close to 100 meters through the well-lit staff area, the quartet walked through a big red door that was surprisingly very good at keeping the loud and thumping music from leaking through. Logan pushed the door open effortlessly and walked on in like she owned the place. As soon as the seal created by the door was broken, the loud electronic music reached everyone’s ears, Alex could even feel the floor shaking underneath her as the speakers fitted throughout every inch of the club were pushed to their maximum wattage. The nightclub was on the luxurious end of the spectrum, it was packed full of people that were there to have a good time, yet there was still enough room to move around comfortably. The black floors, walls, and ceilings were contrasted by the bright strobing white lights and the occasional blacklight. It was impossible to hear anything other than the loud music, so all everyone else could do was follow the raccoon closely until they got to the sectioned-off VIP area that had been prepped for them to do their photoshoot in. Unhooking the rope, the gang got settled into the big cozy VIP area which had a large booth in the center, a mini-bar with a private bartender, and even separate bathrooms from the rest of the nightclub. It was very high-class and usually not something Alex would indulge in, even with her popstar bank account. 

Alex sat down on the cushioned seats with Dylan, while Quinn unpacked his camera gear and Logan looked around to find something. She spent a few seconds scurrying around on her own before she found what she was looking for and giggled in an almost villainous fashion as she grabbed it and showed it to the group; it was a big bottle of champagne that she had requested to use as part of the photo shoot. She sat down across from Alex and Dylan and waited patiently for the bird to finish putting together his contraption of lenses and other fancy-schmancy camera equipment. Once he was done, he spent the next couple of minutes snapping photos of random things. This allowed Alex to talk with Dylan while she waited. 

“So, Dylan, what are your plans for tonight? Once you’re done here and get your $500?” Alex turned to the long-eared college student that she and her manager somehow managed to pull along for the ride. She still had her arm over his shoulder and decided to lean against him a little bit. The tigress was obviously flirting with him, but the bunny didn’t seem to pick up on it. 

Dylan had been staring at Quinn as he did his camera magic, but when Alex spoke to him, he turned to look at her. His long bunny ears flickered and he thought for a moment about how he would answer the tigress’s question. “Hm, well, I’m probably going to go to bed, I have more classes tomorrow, and that 500 is going to a PS5 if I can ever beat the bots and scalpers to one.” He chuckled.

“Hah, I already have a PS5 at my place if you want to maybe play some games to see if you like it before you buy one. Buyer’s remorse would suck for a big purchase like that…” The tiger’s tail slid and flickered its way into her lap; Dylan’s eyes were very quick to move down to stare at the tigress’s long and striped tail. Alex noticed his staring and nudged him with her head softly. “What do you say? Wanna come over to my place after this?” She placed a hand on the bunny boy’s leg and gave his thigh a firm squeeze. If he didn’t get the hint by then, Alex would probably have to slide her hand down his pants for him to get it. 

The bunny boy had no clue that the popstar tiger was hitting on him. He genuinely believed that she was just inviting him over to her place just to play with her PS5. Even once her hand was on his thigh and squeezing him in a way that would probably be inappropriate for a workplace, all he thought of was the adaptive triggers on the PS5’s new Dualsense controllers and how they would feel when he was shooting guns at enemies in Ratchet and Clank. With a smile spread across his face that showed off his buck teeth, he nodded at her. “Yeah! I would love that. I can drink coffee during class tomorrow if it ends up being super late when I get home,” he chuckled. 

“Awesome,” Alex said with a purr. She realized that the bunny boy hadn’t at all gotten her hint, but she was fine with it. Once she had him over at her place and was playing PS5, she could drop more hints there that were a little more obvious. 

“Alright, we’re ready to start when you are, Alex,” Quinn said as he walked over to stand behind Logan with his fancy camera in his hands and the safety loop that came with it around his neck. Alex pulled her hand off of the bunny boy’s thigh and the arm over his shoulder came free. She quickly readjusted her posture and made sure her clothing looked flattering. She posed in her booth seat with one arm up the backrest and one leg up on the seat. She didn’t even need any direction from her manager at this point, she knew exactly what she was doing. Dylan quickly scooched out of frame and so did Logan. Once the frame had only Alex in it, the bird boy began snapping. After a few photos were taken, Alex changed her pose, right as she was changing her pose, Logan slid the bottle of champagne over to Alex and winked at her while making miming the motion of popping the bottle’s cork. Alex took the bottle into her hands and pushed her thumb against the cork at the top as she continued to pose for her photographer, she knew exactly what would make the perfect picture. 

‘Pop!’ 

Off came the cork to the champagne bottle. Quinn held the shutter button on his camera down as soon as he noticed what she was trying to do, the photography equivalent of spray and pray. As the cork came off the bottle in what looked like slow motion, everyone ducked away to get out of the way of the foamy-white spray that followed. It sprayed and splashed everywhere as Alex tried to not get it on her very cherished sweater. The tiger cackled and laughed loudly and Quinn continued to snap photos of her as she did. 

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“Quinn, I’m telling you, you could easily find work with these big magazines from what I’ve seen you shoot,” Logan said as she sipped on her glass of champagne. The champagne was the same bottle that Alex used to spray and make a mess out of the VIP section a few hours earlier. Instead of leaving after they had gotten the photos they wanted, the group decided to stay a bit longer to enjoy what the nightclub had to offer. Since the photos were going to promote the club, too, everything they were having was completely on the house. Quinn, someone who usually didn’t drink, found himself sipping on some champagne, too. It was very hard to say no to Logan, she was very convincing in her arguments as to why he should drink with them. Something about how free champagne in a fancy nightclub was hard to come by. 

Quinn rolled his eyes at the raccoon and shrugged his shoulders. “How will you afford me after that? You know I’ll be a super famous and expensive photographer if that happens.” He teased. Logan laughed so hard that her head bumped against the back of the booth. She didn’t seem to notice that she bumped her head and continued. “Are you kidding? Alex’s fancy record label is footing the bill. She’s their new golden goose, so they give her ANYTHING she wants. Well, anything she and her very lovely manager want.” The raccoon laughed and nodded. 

While Logan and Quinn were getting along on the other side of the booth, Alex and Dylan were doing the same thing. Dylan was asking Alex all sorts of questions about the PS5 and its games. After five questions about the game console that were definitely fueled by his desire to play games at Alex’s place and the champagne in his system. As the rabbit boy yapped away about how he wanted to play The Last of Us Part I to experience the game in 4K glory, Alex’s hand moved back to his thigh and squeezed again. This time, it was noticed and the bunny boy fumbled his sentence and stopped in his tracks. He looked the tigress right in the eye before he looked down at the hand that was giving affection to his thigh. 

“Hey, you wanna dance?” Alex said in a soft whisper. It was a good thing that the VIP section was the furthest away from all the speakers, a whisper like that would have gotten lost in the loud thumping and shouting from the other club patrons as they tried to talk over the music. Dylan furrowed his brows as a confused expression spread across his face. His long bunny ears flickered as he thought over the invitation from the tigress. Her hand on his thigh felt good and with the alcohol in his system, he was a little less oblivious to the advances the striped pop-princess was making toward him.

“I-I don’t know how to dance,” he replied, to which Alex chuckled. The tigress grabbed Dylan by the hand and stood up. “C’mon, it’s not like it’s ballroom dancing, we can dance however we want.” Dylan was a little hesitant to stand up, but he was left with no choice when the tigress started walking out from their VIP section and onto the dance floor, dragging him with her. The tigress and the bunny boy squeezed through the crowd of people jumping and bouncing until they were right in the center of the dance floor. There were plenty of eyes on them, but Alex didn’t care; she was there to dance. With her back turned to the giant wall of lights that pulsed to the beat of the music, the tigress let go of the bunny boy’s hand and started to dance. She moved her hips left and right, slid her hands up and down her body, and got up close and personal with the rabbit boy. It took him a little while longer to start dancing, kudos to the champagne in his system for making it a little easier for him. He gently bobbed his head up and down with the beat, moved his hands around, and moved around on his feet to match the tigress’s motions. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her while they danced together, and being this close to her again meant he could smell her again, too. 

After a few minutes of dancing, Alex grabbed the bunny’s hands again. This time, she guided them to her hips. Dylan didn’t protest, but he froze a little and his dancing fumbled. Noticing this, Alex leaned in and whisper-shouted in his ear at a volume that he would be able to separate from the bass and synths. “Still up for some PS5 at my place after?” The strobing lights made it seem like the tigress was moving in stop-motion and as the tigress moved her hands up and pulled her red sweater up with them, the bunny boy’s eyes widened even more. Her bare fur looked so soft, and her bra-clad breasts even more so. He was so in awe that his hands on the tigress’s hips fell back to his sides as he stared at her, choking on air as he struggled to find the words to let the tigress know that he definitely still was up for it. 

When Alex still received no reply from the rabbit boy that she was trying to seduce, she decided to take things a little bit further. She raised her right arm up above her head and slid her left hand down her side. Everything seemed normal at first, but as her hand slid down to her hip, her thumb hooked the elastic of her slightly see-through thong and pulled it down. The fabric slowly peeled from her and revealed her pussy for the bunny boy’s eyes to see. Even with the strobing lights flashing at such a high rate, the few seconds where the lights fully illuminated the tigress in front of him gave him a full view of the tigress’s temple; her clitoris, her mound, and that pawprint tattoo, too. He was struggling to speak and respond to Alex earlier, but this made him forget how verbal communication worked entirely. 

The tigress smiled and blushed ever so slightly as she stood in front of Dylan with her underwear pulled down. Some people needed hints to be extremely obvious, if this didn’t work, Alex wouldn’t know what to do. Luckily for Alex though, Dylan was getting it, he was just having trouble saying it.

“Hey, Quinn, look over there… Alex and Dylan are dancing,” Logan said with a chuckle as she stood up from the VIP booth to get a better look. Quinn turned in the direction of the dance floor and scanned around to see if he could spot them. When he finally did, he quickly grabbed his camera and scurried over to the steps in front of the VIP section that led down to the dancefloor and started taking photos.

“So, what do you say?” Alex asked Dylan again.

Dylan’s eyes moved away from Alex’s pussy and he looked her in the eye.

“Yeah, I’m down for that.”

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Art by Red3Engine