Jungle Cat Fever Ch. 01

**Author's Note: Though we are going through a pandemic and most are staying home, I am an essential personnel and so still working so my stories will be coming at not the same frequency but expect delays. I hope everyone stays well and healthy! This story takes place in the same universe as my previous series "Cat Scratch Fever".

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Ebony had never been to any kind of strip club before tonight. She knew of course the strip clubs with women as the entertainment had an environment that was much more controlled, reserved even. Male bouncers watching the male customers to make sure they behave and don't get aggressive or harass the girls working. All very disciplined.

The Scratching Post didn't have such restraints. Ebony saw women giving the male strippers blow jobs, the males fingering the girls, women grinding on the males' naked cocks while one woman licked whip cream off of his nipples. Most of this was not even on stage! Ebony could even see a male stripper pummeling a woman against the wall while the woman moaned passionately. The sound was drowned out by the club music but Ebony could see the glow about her face even in the shadows of the disco lights.

The musky smell of cheap sex, sweat, and faded cologne assaulted her senses. Ebony fought the rise of bile in her throat. Why did her nose have to be so sensitive? Her tastebuds and nose helped her business to be successful but right now they were making her want to run out of that place.

Ebony had no idea why she came out tonight. But Amara and Suki insisted. Ebony worked too hard. She was a consummate pastry chef and her bakery was a success. The best mixed berry strudels in Chicago. She owned Delice et Chocolat with a partner David Gonzola but Ebony never took time off. She was 28 years old and hadn't had a date or gotten laid in 4 years.

Suki and Amara were fellow chefs who worked at her restaurant. Suki was a tall and lithe Asian woman with dyed blond hair that framed her long yet elegant face and small yet plush mouth. Amara was a black woman with a statuesque figure with a rocking booty and firm round 36 B breasts, perky and high on her chest. Ebony was the only short round one. An hourglass figure with curves in the right places and yet she felt like her parts would fall out in the tight wrap dress her friends urged her into.

Ebony enjoyed being a chef. She loved making dishes, tasting them, giving them her special spin. A few past boyfriends have called her fat and had told her she should lose weight. Cooking was the only constant in her life and the only part she felt she had any control over. Strict religious parents and an emotionally, sometimes physically abusive older brother who grew meaner since the car accident left him unable to walk. He was a football star in high school but one drunken drive later he became bitter with the prospect of being an invalid. Ebony felt sorry for him... at first. The accident did nothing to humble him. Running away at 16 she found solace in working in a restaurant.

From there she became a culinary genius and was able to gain her own independence. But when it came to romance, Ebony was never one to take the initiative. Suki and Amara were both outgoing and extroverted. They always pushed Ebony to try new things. Going to a male strip club was only one of their latest adventures. They meant well, however, Ebony felt totally out of place.

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Saber loved shy girls. In every shy girl there's a voracious sex kitten purring underneath. If one is patient enough to discover her that is... The one sitting with 2 other girls in the corner of the club seemed especially shy. She had long curly dark hair, the kind that Saber liked to wrap around his fist while he rode a woman hard. The woman wore a simple crimson wrap dress. The dress hugged her curves like a long time lover. The deep red contrasting against her alabaster skin.

She looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but here. A notorious male strip club where every male stripper was a cat shifter aptly named "The Scratching Post". Every man was muscular, sleek and sinewy with tattoos and piercings. Saber's tattoos were two tigers fighting, one white the other black in a yin-yang fashion on his back and then there were the kiss marks tattooed on his rippling stomach. One was just above his cock. Girls found it kinky. And then there were the tattoos he was less fond of but he was required to have: the tiger stripes along his arms that marked him as a tiger. Big, powerful, and fierce. Born with the urge to make a woman come multiple ways until he was spent all over her.

Saber returned his attention to the shy woman and her friends. Her two friends were the exact opposite of her. Her one friend was a slender Asian with blond hair and plush red lips and high cheek bones while the other was black with a boy's cut and her hair was dyed pink and she had a nose ring. She reminded Saber of a picture he saw of the bust of Nefertiti, a regal profile and a head made for a crown.

While they drooled and whistled at the sexy mouth watering man meat dancing on stage, the brunette was trying to curl into a ball while nursing a pink drink with a lemon floating in it. The drink was more ice than liquor.

Alvis, a white tiger shifter with the same tiger stripe tattoos on his arms, walked over to the trio wearing his winning "I'm-so-sexy" smile complete with "Fuck-me" eyes in nothing but tight zippable leather pants. He had a certain arrogant swagger that Saber found laughable but most of the female customers loved it. His white muscles glistening with glitter, sweat and AXE body spray, Alvis sauntered over to the trio. The blond Asian gave him a provocative smirk while pulling the front of his leather pants and stuffing a $20 bill down in there.

The white tiger swayed his hips in a slow hypnotic rhythm. He seemed to catch the shy brunette's attention who then averted her gaze, her face dark with a flush of embarrassment. The black woman with pink hair leaned back as Alvis unbuttoned the top of his tight leather pants to reveal the blue thong he always wore underneath. The blonde asian woman boldly leaned forward and licked his rippling stomach. Alvis leaned over the black woman while stroking the Asian woman's face. He pressed his crotch against the black woman's womanhood and she writhed beneath him. The black woman answered with her fingers clawing down his back to stroking over his round clenching ass.

Saber chortled. The mousy woman blushed bright red at the brazen sexual display. She was adorable. But he felt a twisting in his stomach when Alvis tried to entice the shy woman. The white tiger left the other woman and sauntered over to the blushing brunette. Saber felt a possessiveness burn inside that he had never felt before.

Alvis stroked the shy woman's dark curls, the brush of his fingers making her quiver, but not with desire. The white tiger leaned forward whispering encouragements in the woman's ear. One of her friend's gave Alvis $200. Saber knew what that meant. A private show. He should leave it alone. He had customers too. A few regulars came tonight and wanted their own private show. But...

Saber made his way to the back where the champagne rooms were. He might regret this but his gut had never been wrong before. Besides the thought of that angel being man handled by Alvis who was known to be aggressive made his inner beast growl with outrage.

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The stripper, Alvis, was persistent.

"I promise you'll enjoy this, baby girl," Alvis flashed his million dollar grin. Other girls would have swooned but it only made Ebony uneasy. He reminded her of Gaston from "Beauty and the Beast". Handsome, strong yet a beast lay within and would pounce at the slightest provocation.

So Ebony sat there trying to sink into the expensive leather seats that curved around a single round stage with a pole in the middle. Alvis was acting as if nothing was wrong; that she was just playing hard to get. What girl wouldn't want to be stuck in a room with him?

For a while Ebony tried her best to get into it. She played along, giggling but inside there was a panic building, tightening her chest. It's not that she was a prude. There were nights where she would wear out her vibrator thinking of men in X-rated ways but she never liked one night stands or found sleazy hook ups appealing. They left her hollow and lonely. She wanted companionship but not many modern, feminists tended to be sympathetic to the idea. Especially not Suki and Amara. They believed that women should use men sexually just as women were used. But Ebony didn't dare voice her problem with such flawed logic.

Alvis straddled her thighs, his crotch close to her face. She was assaulted with the scent of sweaty Axe body spray and aggressive musk that made her stomach churn. Her nose was too sensitive for this place... for this guy. In reflex, Ebony pushed at him putting the stripper off balance making him land on his behind.

"Sorry," she apologized quickly while standing up. "So sorry but... this isn't me. You can keep the money of course." Alvis emitted a low growl. Then an unpleasant musk hit her nose. It was dark and pungent. It made Ebony dizzy and not in a flirtatious swoon kind of way. The male's growl of outrage turned to a lecherous, evil leer.

"Slow down, sweet cakes," Alvis spoke smoothly. He saw the flash of fear in the woman's eyes. The white tiger admitted to himself that he may have been too strong. He could salvage this. It's just that no woman had ever refused him. Not for long anyway. He took a deep breath and flashed his best charming smile. This woman was playing hard to get. Yeah. That was definitely it. However, to Ebony he looked every bit the wild jungle cat on the hunt ready to rip her to shreds. "There's no need to be shy."

Ebony tried to calmly reach for the door of the champagne room, "I'll send one of my friends in here. I'm not the kind of girl who pays guys to... have fun with though I respect your profession—"

Alvis grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. His hostile scent made Ebony ill. She could see that her fear excited him. His eyes turned amber and he growled with predatory intent. His grin widened and she could swear she saw his canines sharpen, his muscles flexing preparing for the strike.

"I see," he pressed his pelvis into hers to make her feel his growing erection. "So that's the game you wanna play? Alright... you want the rough treatment."

"No please—"

"Just a nibble and you'll be head over heels, baby..."

"Alvis."

She and Alvis looked to see another male stripper with golden eyes burning with animal rage. His voice was deep and rough filled with authority that made Ebony weak in the knees. She shouldn't want to run to him, from one aggressive male to another, but there was something about him... something in his eyes changed when they looked at her. They were asking her silently if she needed help and she answered back a quiet 'yes'.

"Get out, Saber," Alvis snarled. "We're conducting business."

"Really?" Saber looked back and forth between them then said with utmost casualness. "It doesn't seem like she's enjoying said business."

"She's playing hard to get is all," Alvis shrugged, tightening his grip on Ebony's wrist. Saber caught the wince and Ebony saw him bristle with the rage of the beast he kept inside.

"Let her go, Alvis," Saber spoke calmly yet his tone belied the danger beneath.

Alvis studied the rival tiger for a moment. Ebony could feel the animosity between the two males. It made her stomach twist and made it difficult to breathe. Luckily Alvis decided to let the matter go. Giving a snort and a cruel smile to Ebony he pulled her from the wall then threw her to Saber who caught her. He wrapped his arms around her in a protective yet possessive grip.

"Take the frigid bitch!" Alvis snorted.

Ebony felt the man named Saber caress her face, his thumb rubbing against her cheek as he murmured soothing incoherent words into her scalp. She was surrounded by a comforting scent. Sandalwood and mint with the subtle hint of aroused male. The heat of his body was like being wrapped in the rays of a summer sun. Not overwhelming or humid but protective and safe.

"Are you alright?" the man whispered. His lips brushed at the shell of her ear. It shot a quiver down her spine. His voice was deep, smoky and raised the hairs on Ebony's body. Reluctantly yet slowly Ebony pushed out of the circle of the male stripper's arms to get a good look at him. Whoa...

"Y-Yeah," she stammered. The man was male perfection. His face was chiseled by angels. Features not too sharp but the softness in them were made more noticeable when he smiled. When he smiled, showing off his teeth Ebony felt a weakness in her knees. Even his teeth were perfect. White, straight, and almost luminous. He was wearing a loose fitting cruise captain outfit. He was big but not outrageously so. His muscles were natural.

His skin was sun glazed, gleaming in the subtle glint of the disco ball and neon lights. His mouth not entirely full but just ripe enough for kissing. Ebony could also see a dark shadowing on his jawline and chin. His black hair was wild, softly tussled as if he had just gotten out of bed. He seemed to tower over her but it wasn't intimidating at all. In fact, Ebony pictured herself fitting perfectly in his arms to be completely surrounded by him as she wrapped herself around him...

"You should sit down," he interrupted her thoughts. When she looked at him his right brow lifted giving her a look that told her he was reading her thoughts and it pleased him. Ebony allowed him to sit her on the leather seat. He left momentarily then returned with a glass of water. "My name is Saber."

Saber relaxed on the couch while the woman gathered her nerves. She slowly began swallowing the water. The purse of her pink lips on the glass reminded Saber of a rose bud. Would her lips be as soft as petals? Her throat muscles bobbed and moved. She licked her pink lips, still pressing them to the rim of the glass; watching the curvy brunette drinking water was the most erotic thing Saber had ever seen. He adjusted himself in his seat, his cock was making his white slacks too tight.

"Feel better?" he asked gently. She handed him back the now empty glass. He placed it on the ledge behind them.

"I don't know what came over me...," she scrunched her body on the leather couch. She looked so innocent and vulnerable. Saber wanted to wrap her in his arms again. Protect her from all the bad in the club. In the world.

"Alvis shouldn't have tried to force you," he growled in a low dangerous voice, feeling the rage boil inside him. The woman saw the darkness come over his face and inched away. Seeing her distress, Saber stretched out his arm behind her and his face became apologetic. "I'm sorry. You're safe now. And don't worry, you wouldn't be the first woman to run away from Alvis."

She gave a short wry laugh. Her whole body relaxed. So much she leaned back against his outstretched arm. Her black hair fell over his arm. Electricity surged through his body. Saber wanted so much to touch more of her.

"My name is Ebony," she finally said. Her skin flushed a bright red even visible in the low lighting of the champagne room. She was so adorable in her shyness. Saber wanted to lick every inch of her skin until the flush deepened into a velvet rose.

"Sexy name," Saber's smile became a sensual curve that had Ebony focusing intently on his mouth. "So Ebony... you don't seem the type to be in a male strip club."

"Is it that obvious?"

"I've been watching you," Saber's voice deepened into a husky timbre. "You looked like you wanted to bolt." He didn't say it in a mean or chiding way but Ebony felt the faint prick all the same.

"I'm so embarrassed," Ebony hid her face in her hands. "My friends insisted I come. I've been stuck in Delice et Chocolat for two months working on new recipes and they thought I needed some fun."

"I've heard of Delice et Chocolat," Saber leaned closer, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "A friend goes down there and brings some for the crew."

Saber watched her lips move, the subtle hint of happiness apparent when talking about her pastry restaurant. His stomach tightened at the lush lips curling into a dazzling smile. He was so entranced that he didn't notice when Ebony stopped talking. She seemed to be looking at him questioningly then she smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, sometimes my mouth runs away with me when talking about my pastry restaurant," Ebony tucked her soft curls behind her ear revealing a pink tinge on the shell. Saber felt a pulse in his groin. He wanted to trace his tongue inside the whorl of that ear, whispering naughty things to her while stroking his hands everywhere until she begged him to put his tongue in other more tender areas... Damn it! He needed to stop having these lurid images in his head.

"Never be sorry about something that obviously gives you pleasure," Saber kindly reprimanded her. Ebony looked into his eyes. Before they were amber gold weren't they? Now they were a deep velvet brown like two French chocolates melted into swirling pools.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, trying not to twirl it between her fingers like a lovestruck teenager, "None of you guys seem like the type to enjoy pastries. You're all too ripped." She blushed with those words. Saber licked his lips moistening them. He wanted to eat her up she was so adorable. And those curves were driving him to distraction.

"You have those low sugar muffins but once in a while I like to indulge in a few Boston Cream Puffs," Saber boldly ran his finger tips through her black hair. They were like silken strands that ran a jolt of awareness through his skin, imagining her trailing that hair down his body.

"You have a sweet tooth?" she asked, her breath hitching at his nearness, his fingertips. How did he get so close that their thighs were on the verge of touching.

"Oh yeah," Saber's voice grew thicker, molten chocolate that shot down her spine in tingling awareness. "A big sweet tooth..."

They sat in silence, the beat of the music being drowned out by their hearts. "I think I should be getting back to my friends and tell them that I'm heading home. I—"

Saber took hold of her arm. A flash of panic hit him at the thought of her leaving. He wanted her to stay with him. But he saw the slight uncertainty in her gray eyes and took a deep breath to calm the possessive beast within him.

"At least get your friend's money's worth," Saber suggested smoothly. Ebony still looked uncertain but she allowed him to pull her back down onto the leather couch. Saber stood up from the circular couch, towering over her and looking incredibly sexy in his cruise captain uniform. She noticed some tattoos along his muscular arms. They were black stripes like a tiger's. Come to think of it Alvis had the same tattoos. Other male strippers had different animal-like tattoos. Some had jaguar spots, others some leonine features. She wondered what they meant.

"I don't know...," Ebony shifted in her seat. A warmth developed between her thighs making them clench. Her mind was telling her to run but her body was getting achy, her nipples growing taut in the lacy bra she squeezed them into, her womb clenching with some anticipation. It had been a while since she had been aroused like this.

"If at any point you feel uncomfortable... then we'll stop," Saber knelt at her feet, his rippling tattooed arms on either side of her hips, looking up at her with his pleading chocolate eyes. "Please stay..." He gave a little smoky laugh that touched Ebony in her heated core. "I feel like I need to make up for the fiasco dance Alvis did earlier."