Inside the den of sin was bathed in dim rosy hues, the atmosphere soaked in debauchery. The music was dark and primal and the deep base thrummed through your chest. The main floor was packed to the gills with its depraved patrons who were primarily localized around the long center stage that divided the room. Although there was some small demon preforming, most of the clientele were preoccupied partaking in the copious amounts of booze and bodies. Through all the buzz, a distinctive brassy reverberating chuckle rises to the top. Sitting on his throne at the end of the center stage was the king pin himself, Valentino. Draped in the affections of two female demons, the moth basked in the glow of his empire. But there was no sign of the spider.
Back of the stage through a narrow corridor were the changing rooms for the entertainment. At the end of the row was a bright pink door with 'Angel Dust' written in curly red lettering. Just beyond that thin piece of wood was the man himself. Preening himself in front of his large vanity, Angel had already changed into his costume. If you wanted to call that meager scrap of hot pink fabric that barely preserved any sort of decency a costume. Besides his slender waist and legs, every inch of his vivid pink markings were on full display.
On the car ride over to the club, Angel didn't know what drugs his pimp forced on him but frankly, at this point, he didn't care. That pleasant poison pulsed through his veins making every little touch feel electric. Even the undesirable pawing drowned his brain in ecstasy. Which is going to prove useful for tonight's events. Staring in the reflection of his own drug glazed eyes, Angel smirked. God, he loved the high. Coming down was always the bitch.
A sharp rasp at the door made Angel flinch as a rasping voice barked from the other side, "Get that ass to the stage! You're on in five!"
That's his que~ Giving himself one last once over, Angel turned to stroll out the door.
A hush fell over the main hall as the red blush of the overhead lights faded, casting the room into near darkness. The patrons who had been engrossed in their own business all singularly turned their attention to center stage. Even Valentino shifted upon his throne, leaning forward with anticipation. A pair of heels clicked in the dark as Angel made his way on the stage. Taking his position in front the long silver pole, the spider inhaled deeply. The deep thrum of the bass kicked back in and pink lights flashed in the shape of a web silhouette Angel's form. The spider has arrived.
The house lights brighten, illuminating Angel as the beat of the music picked up. The intense lustful leering from the crowd burned into the demon, but all Angel could feel was the vibration of the bass throbbing in his ribcage. It was just him and the stage. Moving in time with the melody, Angel glided around the silver pole loving the breeze in his fur. Climbing up and down in a feat of strength and agility, it would have been quite impressive under different circumstance. There was a beauty to his movements with those long legs and slender arms. It was truly captivating. No wonder he was so popular. The audience erupted in whistles and crude cat calls as the porn star spun himself silly around the pole. Flashes of green caught Angel's eye. Money.
Sliding seductively down the pole Angel pranced down the steps on to the catwalk. Falling to his knees he crawled up to one wolf faced patron who gladly showed his appreciation by lacing his claws under the garter belt straps to fondle Angel's thighs, leaving behind a small cash tip in its wake. Up and down Angel went, more and more hands, more and more bits of green stuffed in odd places. One bold demon took this opportunity to get a healthy handful of the porn star's ass before leaving their tiny donation. But Angel didn't care. He wanted more. More. More.
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Back of the stage through a narrow corridor were the changing rooms for the entertainment. At the end of the row was a bright pink door with 'Angel Dust' written in curly red lettering. Just beyond that thin piece of wood was the man himself. Preening himself in front of his large vanity, Angel had already changed into his costume. If you wanted to call that meager scrap of hot pink fabric that barely preserved any sort of decency a costume. Besides his slender waist and legs, every inch of his vivid pink markings were on full display.
On the car ride over to the club, Angel didn't know what drugs his pimp forced on him but frankly, at this point, he didn't care. That pleasant poison pulsed through his veins making every little touch feel electric. Even the undesirable pawing drowned his brain in ecstasy. Which is going to prove useful for tonight's events. Staring in the reflection of his own drug glazed eyes, Angel smirked. God, he loved the high. Coming down was always the bitch.
A sharp rasp at the door made Angel flinch as a rasping voice barked from the other side, "Get that ass to the stage! You're on in five!"
That's his que~ Giving himself one last once over, Angel turned to stroll out the door.
A hush fell over the main hall as the red blush of the overhead lights faded, casting the room into near darkness. The patrons who had been engrossed in their own business all singularly turned their attention to center stage. Even Valentino shifted upon his throne, leaning forward with anticipation. A pair of heels clicked in the dark as Angel made his way on the stage. Taking his position in front the long silver pole, the spider inhaled deeply. The deep thrum of the bass kicked back in and pink lights flashed in the shape of a web silhouette Angel's form. The spider has arrived.
The house lights brighten, illuminating Angel as the beat of the music picked up. The intense lustful leering from the crowd burned into the demon, but all Angel could feel was the vibration of the bass throbbing in his ribcage. It was just him and the stage. Moving in time with the melody, Angel glided around the silver pole loving the breeze in his fur. Climbing up and down in a feat of strength and agility, it would have been quite impressive under different circumstance. There was a beauty to his movements with those long legs and slender arms. It was truly captivating. No wonder he was so popular. The audience erupted in whistles and crude cat calls as the porn star spun himself silly around the pole. Flashes of green caught Angel's eye. Money.
Sliding seductively down the pole Angel pranced down the steps on to the catwalk. Falling to his knees he crawled up to one wolf faced patron who gladly showed his appreciation by lacing his claws under the garter belt straps to fondle Angel's thighs, leaving behind a small cash tip in its wake. Up and down Angel went, more and more hands, more and more bits of green stuffed in odd places. One bold demon took this opportunity to get a healthy handful of the porn star's ass before leaving their tiny donation. But Angel didn't care. He wanted more. More. More.