Managing a Stripper?

[ZorzLeth]

It was another fully packed night at the Golden Fox, a highly well established strip joint that had some of the best girls performing on this side of the world. Many of the cities elite and well paid individuals were the main customers of this fine establishment. They would spend big money on the dancers performing, as well as the chance to score a chance for some private showings with the best of the best. Speaking of whom, one would be performing tonight. The ever famous Kasumi would be coming out to start the show.

"Good evening honoured guests! Welcome to the Golden Fox!" The Manager shouted out, "It is time to proceed to the main event. As you know, there is talk of a woman in these parts. A woman, said to be the legendary kistune. A woman so...beautiful, so...mystifying, so...tricky. As some of your already know, based on how easily she drained your wallets." There was laughter and cheer from the crowd.

"Now, you all know how this fox likes to play." The owner continued, "She'll come down and give you guys the performance that would break lesser men. Then, we will hold our auction. To see who gets lucky enough for a bit of private time with her. Who knows, maybe she'll like you if you treat her right during the dance. Now, give a brief moment of silence until the show begins. Please welcome our lovely, Kitsune."

There was a bit of clapping from the audience, but the sound immediately died down, as a spotlight was cast onto curtains. Soon enough, a woman emerged from the curtains. She had long, blonde hair (with it stylized to cover half of her face), green eyes and while she was wearing a red and yellow kimono (almost looking too proper to be in a place like this), it was evident that she had a killer body.

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With a presence that was alluring, all eyes were on the Kitsune as she walked down to the stage. Soon, she walked to the main stage itself (of which Theo and Willy would've had a direct view). The Kitsune bowed her head, before raising her head back up and giving a very erotic expression as she released a moan, before making a sexy smile.

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There were a couple of whistles, but the crowd was otherwise silent. The Kitsune raised her right hand up to the opening of the kimono and pulled it enough to expose her left shoulder. She moved her body so that the audience could see some of the skin she was showing off and playing rolled her exposed shoulder. Giving a playful wink to the audience, she swayed her hips, as her right hand slipped through the opening of the kimono. She opened it a bit more (being quite the tease), as her midriff could now be seen. Moving up and down, in a loose, wave like motion, the Kitsune was keeping all attention on her. Then, her hand slipped down to where her groinal area was. Now, it was clear that she wasn't really doing what the suggestive movement would suggest, but the Kitsune (while her hand was on that area) would sensually thrust her hips; making some men sweat and a howl or two to go off.

After a few minutes of this teasing, the Kitsune's hands slipped into the sleeves of the kimono. Then, gracefully, her hands emerged from the opening of the kimono, opening it up completely and then letting the kimono fall onto the floor completely, leaving her in an outfit that would have driven men mad with lust. She wore a red bikini that looked like it was made of fur. At the same time, she wore red sleeves and stockings that left her hands and feet exposed.

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When that moment happened, the crowd went wild and cheer and the music roared to life, as the Kitsune began to dance for them.

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[Weonna]

Kenzo

Kenzo leaned back in his plush velvet chair, the expensive fabric of his tailored suit stretching comfortably across his frame. The Golden Fox wasn't his usual venue—too much flash, not enough substance for his tastes—but tonight was different. Business had brought him here, a potential investor with more money than sense and a weakness for beautiful women.

Kenzo knew how to play that game, using the man's desires as leverage for a deal that would benefit RISING. The gym needed new equipment, and this fool's wallet was the perfect means to an end.

He sipped his whiskey, amber liquid swirling in the glass, his expression carefully neutral as the manager hyped the main event. Kitsunes... how quaint. Kenzo had always found the concept fascinating—the trickery, the seduction, the way these creatures wrapped men around their fingers with nothing more than a smile and a sway of their hips. It was a form of manipulation he could appreciate, albeit a rather primitive one compared to his own psychological games.

Then the spotlight hit the stage, and she emerged.

Kenzo's grip tightened imperceptibly around his glass. The blonde hair, the green eyes, the way she moved with a fluid grace that seemed almost inhuman... but it was the kimono, the deliberate reveal of skin, the promise of something wild beneath the traditional exterior that made his pulse quicken. He'd always had a weakness for women who embraced their animalistic side, who weren't afraid to tap into that primal energy. And a kitsune... well, that was the ultimate fantasy.

When the kimono fell away, revealing that fur-like bikini, Kenzo felt a rare, genuine surge of desire. This wasn't just a performer; this was a creature who understood the art of seduction on a level most women could only dream of. The way she moved, the confidence in her eyes, the subtle power she exuded—it was intoxicating.

He watched her dance, his mind already working, calculating. This wasn't just about pleasing the investor anymore. No, he wanted her. Not just for a night, but for RISING. Imagine the publicity, the draw of having the legendary Kitsune as part of his brand. The men would flock to see her, their wallets open, their loyalty guaranteed. And the women... they'd be drawn to her power, wanting to be like her.

Kenzo smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. The auction would be interesting, yes. But the real game would begin after. He didn't just want a private dance. He wanted to own the fox. And Kenzo always got what he wanted.

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The crowd cheered and whistled as the Kitsune kept on dancing around. The Kitsune actually turned to Kenzo's direction as she moved around. It was then that she noticed that look in his eyes. It was the predatory desire to claim. To want. And it was clear that he wanted her. Then again, there were so many people, past and present, that wanted Kasumi. But not too ignore a potential customer that was clearly interested, she blew him a kiss.

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Then, the Kitsune got to work. She strutted back and forth from the stage, so that everyone in the room had a good look at her.

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Afterwards, moving back to the middle of the stage, she started to dance and shake her body. Mainly, she shook her hips from side to side, letting her hands run through her hair. Her hips shook and breasts bounced, as she knew that many of the audience members wanted that foxy goodness.

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Another dance move that she did was position her body sideways and mainly focused on shaking her booty.

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Then turning her back so that the crowd could see her backside, the Kistune moved and swayed erotically as her left hand reached up to touch and rub and ass cheek.

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She noticed a few of crowd getting up and doing pelvic thrusts, showing what they would've liked to do with her. Seeing this, the Kitsune got down on her knees and spread her legs. Then turning her head to look at the crowd, as her back was still facing them, she began to jiggle and twerk her ass against the stage. Slapping her ass against the stage and making it look really suggestive. She would make a sexy grunt each time her ass hit the stage.

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[Weonna]

Kenzo's lips curled into a slow, appreciative smile as the blown kiss reached him. He didn't return the gesture; that was for lesser men, for the slobbering fools in the crowd who wore their hearts on their sleeves. Instead, he gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, a gesture that said,

I see you. And I am not like the others.

It was a challenge, a silent promise that his interest was far more dangerous, far more rewarding, than any of the other wolves in this den.

He watched her work the stage, his analytical mind dissecting every movement. The hip shakes, the bouncing breasts, the way she ran her hands through her hair—it was all expertly calculated. She wasn't just dancing; she was conducting an orchestra of lust, and every man in the room was her instrument. He respected the craft. This wasn't just a body for sale; this was a performance artist, and her medium was desire.

When she turned her back and focused on shaking her ass, Kenzo leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. This was the part the animals in the crowd truly lived for. He saw them rise from their seats, their pathetic pelvic thrusts a transparent display of their base instincts. They were thinking only of the physical act, of a fleeting moment of pleasure. How... limited.

But then, she did something that truly impressed him. The drop to her knees, the spread of her legs, the look back over her shoulder—it was a masterclass in psychological teasing. And the twerking... the rhythmic, percussive slap of her ass against the stage, punctuated by those soft, sexy grunts... it was primal. It was raw. It was a direct line to the most primitive part of the male brain, and it was utterly captivating.

Kenzo felt a familiar heat rise in his chest, but he kept it in check. He wouldn't whoop or holler like the others. He wouldn't make a fool of himself. His desire was a cold, controlled fire, not a raging inferno. While the others saw a piece of meat to be conquered, Kenzo saw a kindred spirit. A fellow manipulator. She used her body to control men; he used words and strategy. They were in the same business, just different departments.

He could already see it. Her, at his roster of RISING. The sexy part of his brand. The Kitsune, the untamable spirit who drew crowds and broke hearts. He wouldn't just be buying a night with her. He would be making an investment. An acquisition.

The music swelled, and the crowd's roar reached a fever pitch. Kenzo simply took another slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes locked on her, his expression one of calm, certain possession. The auction was just a formality. The real game was about to begin, and he had no intention of losing.

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Of course, it was still a bit of time before they made the auction start, so there was time for an...appetizer.

The typical reactions of many people in the audience were nothing new to Kasumi. Their clear acts of lust was evident on their bodies. They all wanted a piece of her. Of course, there was the one man she noticed, the one she blew a kiss to, who seemed entirely different from the others. His calm, cool, collected nature was a unique sight in the sea of lust, howls and heat. This one could be interesting

The Kitsune would stand up and turn to face the audience. Pointing to Kenzo and motioning for him to come forward, basically communicating that it was okay to approach. She then moved in a sensual manner, until she saw him right in front of the edge of the stage. From there, Kasumi would erotically walk towards him, like almost hypnotizing him.

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"And the Kitsune seems interested in someone. Oh my." the club owner shouted out throw the microphone, looking highly amused.

Kasumi would get on her knees so that the man's face was elevated with her chest. The Kitsune would make subtle pelvic thrusts as she inspected this individual. She brought her left hand up and her index finger trailed along the man's jawline slowly until it reached under his chin. Pushing his chin up so that would make him look at her in the eyes, she smiled seductively as her right hand tugged on his shoulder, urging him to bend forward slightly.

At this point, it was a common practice to give the dancer tip money if the individual came close. The question now was how much would he pay and where on the Kitsune would he put it?

[Weonna]

Kenzo felt the collective, jealous eyes of the entire room on him as the Kitsune pointed. He didn't flinch. He didn't show surprise.

Instead, a faint, knowing smirk touched his lips. He had expected this. A creature of her intelligence would naturally be drawn to the one man who wasn't slobbering at her feet like a dog. She was a predator, and predators were always curious about the unfamiliar.

He rose from his chair with a fluid, unhurried grace, adjusting his suit jacket as he walked. His steps were measured, confident. He ignored the hoots and jeers from the lesser men, his focus entirely on the woman on stage. He saw the hypnotic way she moved, the deliberate sway of her hips designed to ensnare. He appreciated the effort, but he wasn't so easily caught.

As he reached the edge of the stage, she dropped to her knees, her chest level with his gaze. He could smell her perfume. He felt the subtle vibration of her pelvic thrusts, a silent, rhythmic challenge. He met her gaze, his own eyes cool and appraising, not clouded with the lust that burned in every other man present.

When her finger trailed along his jawline, a jolt—not of passion, but of pure, electric intrigue—shot through him. It was a bold move, a test. He allowed it, his posture relaxed. She pushed his chin up, forcing his eyes to meet hers. He saw the seductive smile, the practiced art of it, but he also saw a flicker of genuine curiosity in her green eyes. She was trying to figure him out.

Her right hand tugged his shoulder, urging him forward. He obliged, bending down just enough, playing along with her game. The silent question hung in the air:

How much? And where?

This was the moment. The test within the test. A fool would stuff a wad of cash into her bikini top, a crude, possessive gesture. A poorer man would offer a pathetic bill, hoping for a cheap thrill.

Kenzo reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He didn't pull out a crumpled wad of bills. Instead, he produced a single, crisp, high-denomination note, holding it between his index and middle fingers. But he didn't offer it to her. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice a low, smooth murmur meant only for her, a stark contrast to the roaring club.

"A pretty cage is still a cage, little fox,"

he said, his eyes locked on hers. He then slowly, deliberately, tucked the bill not into her costume, but into the garter of her left stocking. It was a gesture of respect, not ownership. A statement that he saw beyond the performance.

As he withdrew his hand, his fingers brushed against her skin, a touch that was both electric and controlled. He straightened up, gave her another small, unreadable smile, and then turned and walked back to his seat without a backward glance, leaving the question of his intentions hanging in the air, far more tantalizing than any amount of money.

[ZorzLeth]

Kasumi analyzed every subtle movement by this man. Every action he made was deliberate and calculated. She was a bit curious if he would attempt to touch her, but it was very minimal. Even as he slip a note into the garter of her stocking, she would feel only a light brush of his fingers along the exposed skin of her thighs before he would make the "pretty cage" comment. Kasumi did not say anything in response, but shifted her body; so her body language indicated he had her attention.

Soon, he would return to his seat. As he did, Kasumi would get back up to perform a bit longer. She would conclude things with a swing on a pole. The gesture that she made on the pole was almost like she was humping the pole.

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"Alright, give it up for our lovely fox for such an entertaining show!" the club's owner spoke up through a microphone. All the while the crowd ended up cheering Kasumi on, as the owner than said, "It is time now to see which one of you will be lucky to have this fiery, feisty fox for the evening."

As the owner talked, Kasumi laid down on the stage in a seductive pose, knowing full well that the auction was about to begin.

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"Our auction will now begin for the lovely Kitsune's entertainment for the evening." the club owner continued, "We will start the bid at five-hundred." Now the fun part began, as the auction started off. One person would wager six-hundred immediately, but then another person would say seven-hundred, as people were now vying for the chance for time with the Kitsune.

[Weonna]

Kenzo settled back into his chair, the velvet cool against his back. He watched her finish the performance, the pole dance a final, fiery display of raw sensuality. It was effective, he had to admit. A perfect crescendo to leave the audience panting and desperate. His "pretty cage" comment had clearly landed; the subtle shift in her body language, the way she now held his gaze even as she performed for the masses, told him everything he needed to know. He had her attention. Now, he just had to seal the deal.

The owner's voice boomed, announcing the auction. Kenzo allowed a small, almost bored sigh to escape his lips. This was the tedious part. The spectacle of lesser men flashing their cash, thinking it made them powerful. He listened to the bids climb from five hundred to seven hundred with detached amusement. They were like children fighting over a shiny toy they didn't know how to use.

"Eight hundred!"

a portly man in the front row shouted, his face flushed with drink and exertion.

"One thousand!"

another countered, puffing out his chest.

Kenzo didn't move. He didn't raise a hand. He simply watched the numbers climb, his expression unchanged.

He let the fools drive the price up, exhausting themselves and their wallets. The bidding reached three thousand, then four. The crowd started to thin out, the initial frenzy dying down as reality set in for most of them.

"Four thousand five hundred! Do I hear four thousand five hundred?"

the owner called out, his voice dripping with anticipation.

A moment of silence hung in the air. It seemed the price was settling.

Then, Kenzo spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the noise...

"Ten thousand."

A collective gasp swept through the audience. The owner's eyes widened. The man who had bid forty-five hundred slumped back in his chair. It wasn't just the amount; it was the absolute, unshakable confidence with which Kenzo had stated it.

The owner, recovering quickly, grinned broadly.

"Ten thousand! A magnificent bid! Do I hear eleven? Going once... going twice..."

Silence.

"Sold! To the gentleman in the suit!"

the owner finalized, pointing directly at Kenzo.

Kenzo didn't cheer. He didn't even smile. He simply gave a single, crisp nod to the owner, his eyes already back on the Kitsune, who still lay posed on the stage. He had bought his audience. Now, the real conversation could begin...

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As the auction began, everyone that was wanting a chance with the sexy, fox lady began to throw in their wagers. The Kitsune on her part, began to shift and move her body about, as a strategy to lure in more customers for the auction. She enjoyed her job, but she also knew that she could drive up the price with showcasing her body.

She would role onto her back, moving towards the pole again; with said pole between her legs. She would then raise herself up, only to arch her back to put up her chest. She would release a subtle moan. That helped with increasing the wage amount from the hundreds to thousands.

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Then, and would subtly shift her body around the pole until she was in front of it. She would press her chess and face to the ground, and raise her buttox up (with her flashy tail in tow). This was another gesture that raised the heat in quite a few people to the point it went to four thousand.

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But then she heard "ten thousand" and she was surprised to hear that; well, sort of. She would lay on her stomach, raise her legs to move them back and forth in a cute manner, while looking out toward the crowd, (with one hand gently against her chin). She looked at the man in the suit, the one that came up to her, and gave a sexy smirk. Somehow, she knew that he was going to win her for the night...and win he did.

No one else dared to outbid this man and he was soon declared the winner.

"That was quite the bid!" the club owner would say, "The private lounge should be ready in a few minutes. In the meantime, how about the fine gentleman comes up to the greet the fox once again. Drinks at the bar will be free."

The Kitsune would now be in a sitting pose, running one hand along her leg, as she waited for the man to come up and claim her.

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[Weonna]

Kenzo ignored the owner's booming voice and the promise of free drinks. He didn't need a bribe to claim what he had already won. He watched her on the stage, the way she lay there, her legs kicking back in a gesture that was both playful and inviting. The smirk she gave him was the final confirmation.

He rose from his chair, the room parting for him as he walked towards the stage. The other patrons watched with a mixture of awe and resentment, their lust turning to envy. He moved with the same unhurried grace as before, his polished shoes making no sound on the plush carpet. He climbed the few steps onto the stage, the world shrinking until it was just him and her.

He stopped in front of her, looking down at the sitting Kitsune. He didn't speak immediately, letting the silence hang between them. He saw her hand trailing along her leg, a very tantalizing display.

"You're very good at what you do,"

he stated, his voice calm and even.

"You know how to read a room. How to read a man."

He paused, his eyes holding a calculating glint.

"But you're not used to being read yourself, are you? You saw something different in me. Not just another wallet to be emptied."

He crouched down, bringing himself to her level, his expensive suit brushing against the stage floor. He reached out, but not to touch her. He simply gestured towards the exit at the back of the stage.

"The private lounge. A gilded cage. But I'm not interested in a pre-arranged performance."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to that same low, conspiratorial murmur from before.

"I want to talk to the woman, not the fox. Let's see if she's as interesting as the creature she pretends to be."


He stood up, offering her his hand,

"The drinks can wait. I'd prefer your company. Alone."