Myka's Tail Ch. 06

"If it's Paul, and only Paul," she replied, and I could see the look that she was giving Kass as she spoke. "Then I am alright with it. He is special to all three of us, and from what Myka has discussed with me, we may all be connected to him in ways we don't understand yet. Even so, I will not, under any circumstances, share her with anyone but Paul, and by extension, you, Kass. Can you guarantee that the only thing the rest of the crowd will be able to do when Myka performs that night is watch?"

"Yes. Yes I can," she replied, with a ring of confidence that was good to hear. "I already talked to Mark about this, and I told him that I would make his life a living hell if he didn't do what I said. For some reason he fears my wrath, like the devil himself is breathing down his neck. I swear to god, sometimes his balls pull up into his body any time I frown."

That had all of us laughing at the situation between Mark and herself, and I could picture the look on the loveable womanizer's face every time Kass showed any sort of anger. The way some people react to others had left me surprised more times than I could count.

"Seriously though," she continued. "Mark and I have a healthy respect for each other, and I discussed with him in just enough detail about what I wanted for Paul. You see, Paul didn't want to have this party in the first place, let alone have it at a gentleman's club, but he knew that enough of his friends were looking forward to it so he asked me what he should do. I told him I would talk with Mark and set the ground rules, and then I would let him know what I found acceptable and not."

"Wow. That must have been some conversation," I mused when our food arrived. "What did you finally come up with?"

"Like I said before, Paul didn't want this in the first place. But while he will see a bunch of the club's girls naked, as far as he knows, Mark has arranged a special dance for him, and to his relief it is the only dance that I told him he can and must participate in. Mark also understands that he, Carl, and Jax will personally know the person I got for Paul's dance, but they will say nothing about it, ever. And they and the other guys are not allowed to participate, just watch. Is that ok with you two? If not, we can call it right here."

"I feel comfortable with those rules," I replied with a grin, knowing how much this would surprise Paul and his band mates, but I still looked to Kelli. "How about you?"

"I think that I'm ok with that too," she replied, also grinning from ear to ear. "Though I think I need to be up on stage to make sure Paul's hands stay where they are supposed to be."

That made us all laugh even harder, and the rest of dinner was pretty much girl talk, extra wedding ideas, and where we thought a good honeymoon location was. The fact that the stress of everything had lifted for a while was great, and like always it was great just to be around friends.

At first, I thought that the nervousness about the approaching bachelor party that I was feeling at dinner would be nearly unbearable over the next week. It turned out, however, that because of a problem with some of the laboratory equipment, a great deal of my data was not going to be useable and I had to start that round of measurements over again. With the added work load, I had absolutely zero time to think about things that were coming up, and I had no choice but to completely dedicate my time to my studies and the students during the day, and to Kelli at night.

Soon enough, however, the day of Paul's party arrived, and Kelli and I spent most of the morning with our moms going over the last minute things they were stressing over to prepare for the coming wedding. The afternoon was spent in the clearing with Penelope, Millicent, and Gina who were all there to make sure that the materials that would become the two protective golem were prepared just right. It was the hour before we were going to head out to the gentleman's club that Kass had given us directions to that suddenly found me tied up in knots. What Kelli and I were about to do had been somewhat abstract, until now.

My stomach was doing twirls, summersaults, and back handsprings all at the same time, and it took me almost the entire hour to get showered and ready to go. I was nervous, and not sure what I thought anymore about going up on stage to take my clothes off for Paul and his friends. Really, though, the thought of Paul seeing me didn't bother me at all, because I knew that Kelli and I had developed a very strong affection for him that bordered on love. It was knowing that Mark and the other band guys, with a bunch of their friends, were going to pretty much get the show of their lives, and even with all of my practice, I still didn't feel ready.

"You know, we really don't have to do this," Kelli said as we grabbed our go bags for the evening. "I know it would be disappointing for Kass, but I can feel your nervous energy washing over me in waves. Just say the word and it's off."

"Yes, I am nervous," I replied with a shy smile. "But the larger part of me wants to do this for Paul. So, I'm going to suck it up, look as sexy as I can, and I'm going to shake my ass for a bunch of guys that won't get to even come close to me tonight, and hopefully I will be good at it."

"Ok, then. If we don't want to be late, it's time for us to go."

And just like that, we were on our way to Paul's bachelor party to provide some pretty incredible entertainment for him. Kelli eased my nervousness by holding my hand all the way there, and she made sure that I could feel her calm and cool emotions coming over our bond. After transporting to our apartment, and then getting on the road for the half hour drive, our timing would put us at the club one hour before it was stage time.

While we were driving, Kelli was talking to me about what she had learned watching and assisting Penelope while she was assembling the golems. It was a fascinating discussion about what was required to bind together and animate a pile of stone so that it could basically walk around like a huge robot. The amount of care that had to be put into the preparation spells so that the final constructs wouldn't ever be able to break out of the spells that bound them to their duty was pretty incredible, and my connection to the earth and the lessons that Gina had given me made it an interesting subject to learn about.

I didn't know it at the time, but as she talked about the preparations we had all made and the way the ritual was going to happen the next night, Kelli effectively kept my mind off of where we were headed. She had distracted me enough that I looked up in surprise as she parked the car and got out. We had arrived at Nightingales, one of the more upscale versions of a gentleman's club, which really wasn't saying much. All I know is that Kass had done a lot of research for this, and she had assured us that the club was about the best this type of business offered.

It was alcohol free, which allowed the dancers to be completely nude, and as an extra precaution, Kelli and I had actually stopped by two days previous, and talked to a couple of the girls who were coming off shift after we had finished watching their shows. It wasn't that I didn't trust Kass, but I knew that you would usually get a straight answer about conditions from a front line worker.

My ability to sense emotions had come in handy too, because I was able to tell that they actually did enjoy working there. Both knew that they would not be a Nightingale forever, but for the time being they were treated and paid well, and the tips made it all worth it. That chat had been the last thing that we needed to assure ourselves that we weren't in over our heads too much. And just for one last bit of research, we made sure they received a big tip for demonstrating their skills for me up close and personal.

Kelli had parked our car in the back nearer the back stage entrance like we had been told to do, and we grabbed our bags and knocked on the back door. The man who opened it was a giant of a man who so completely filled the space between the frame that I thought for a minute that there was still a door in our way. He wasn't fat at all, but was just big, from his broad shoulders that brushed the edges where the door had been, to his six foot five inch height. He was basically a wall of pure muscle and steel which made the lopsided grin he gave the both of us seem a little out of place.

"Myka and Kelli right," he asked us in a soothing bass rumble that left us feeling at ease in his presence. "My name is Dylan, and Kass told me you would both be arriving about now. Maureen here will take you back to the amateur's dressing room."

With that Dylan stepped aside and with a wave of his arm placed us in the care of a gorgeous woman with almond shaped eyes and shoulder length straight hair that was as black as midnight. Her face showed some hints of Asian ancestry from a first glance, and was adorned with very little makeup. She was about Kelli's height, but her hips were wide and curvy which kept the plaid pleated mini skirt she was wearing from dipping too low. Her breasts, at least a D-cup or larger, were straining to pop out of a white blouse that was at least three sizes too small, and was only kept together by a knot that seemed trapped in the chasm of her cleavage. She was rocking the sexy hot school girl look a little too well.

"Don't mind Dylan, you two," she laughed and grabbed us both by the arm and led us away. "He looks big and mean, but I sometimes wonder if he could really hurt anyone at all. Nobody seems to give him any grief, though, so I guess it works. So you both are our amateurs this evening for the groom's big party?"

"Yeah, that's us," I replied, and I was sure she could hear the hesitation as I spoke. "Maureen, right? Do you have any tips, or advice? I've never done this before."

"Yes ma'am, it is Maureen, but out there I go by Chastity. As if that were true."

Her joke had us laughing, and she was so pleasant to be around that I forgot to be nervous about where I was and what I was here for. She put her arm around me, almost like a big sister would, and gave me the rundown on what I should do out on stage.

"Listen Myka," she began as we walked through the back costume areas towards the dressing rooms. "The first thing you have to always remember is that once you walk through that curtain and onto that stage, you are the one with the power. Not the bouncers, not Chet, the owner, and especially not the guys that are down below staring at you. You will capture their attention, and you will dictate where they look, how and what they feel, and when you walk back through the curtain after you're done, you will have them all on a leash until it closes behind you."

"Hmm... I never thought of it like that."

"I didn't either," Kelli agreed. "That certainly changes the dynamic in my mind."

"That's what I'm here for," Maureen continued with a dazzling smile. "Second thing. They are not allowed to touch you, at all. If you are the one to initiate the contact that is ok. In fact, a couple of the girls here love to rub their tits in some of the customer's faces. Even then, though, they can't start a touch. No opening of mouths, no sticking out of tongues, and by god no hands."

I gave her a nod to let her know that I was still listening, and we stopped when she brought us to a blank door on the other side of the building.

"Ok, girls," Maureen called out as she turned around to face us once again. "This is your room. I believe that Kass is waiting inside for you both, and I have to go get ready for my part of the show tonight. One more thing before I go. Myka, the third thing to remember is that you are here for the groom. If I'm not mistaken, both of you have some sort of connection or relationship with him, right?"

"Yeah, we do," I replied as Kelli gave another nod yes.

"Then go out there for him, and him alone. Well, for him and Kass if I'm reading things right," she said with a grin. "Block out everyone else, and give him one hell of a show. Break a leg girls!"

And with that, Maureen sauntered back the way she came, the sway of her body practically dripping with sexual energy. It made Kelli and I giggle to ourselves once more, before we finally opened the door to the dressing room that she had dropped us off at. I was surprised at the plainness of the space, which held nothing more than some counter tops with mirrors so that you could put on makeup, a couch, and a few folding chairs. Just as Maureen said, Kass was inside waiting for us to arrive, and when she heard the door open as we came in, she looked up from the book she was reading with a radiant smile on her face.

"Oh thank god," she cried as she came and pulled us both into a hug. "I was starting to think that maybe you didn't want to come and, well..."

"Neither of us would leave you high and dry like that," I whispered to her as I hugged her back. "The big question that you have to answer, though, is are you ok with this? Are you really ok with what you have set up here tonight, Kass?"

"I have been asking myself that question since I first asked you," she replied and stood back to get a look at us. "And I always come back to the realization that, yes, this is what I want. However, are you going to go out there like that?"

Her comment at our normal clothes that we were wearing had Kelli and I shaking with laughter, and it wasn't long before Kass joined in. While we were recovering from our mirth, Kelli had gone over to one of the counters and had started to pull her New Year's costume out of her bag.

"No, Kass," she answered as she pulled the light sundress she was wearing over her head with a sexy grin. "We have other things to wear tonight."

"She's right," I added, whispering in Kass' ear. "And I am going to need your help getting my outfit on."

With that, I took over the counter that Kelli wasn't using, and within moments I was standing in front of the mirror with nothing on my body except my piercings. I pulled my small makeup kit out of my bag, and within a couple of minutes I had put on the minimal amount of eyeliner, shadow, and blush that I usually used to slightly enhance my natural look, rather than let the makeup become the focus of attention that so many women did. I finished up at the mirror by adding a touch of perfume to my wrists and neck so that anyone who got close to me would smell the intoxicating scent of floral mixed with strawberries.

I turned on my heel with a swish of my tail and Kelli told me later that it looked to her like I was stalking towards Kass as if she was my prey, not my friend. For her part, Kass just stood there as I approached, frozen to her spot while she was taking in my slightly tanned bare skin with a hunger in her eyes that I didn't think she realized that she had. I walked by, close enough to brush her with my hip, and then my tail, and for the full effect, I reached up with a single finger which I ran down her jaw line before letting it snap back to my hand once it had reached the end of her chin.

When I made it to one of the folding chairs I sat down, nearly jumping out of my skin at the chill in the metal, and set my bag down beside me. I raised my eyes to Kass' and hit her with the best smoldering look I could at that moment, and I crooked my finger at her to let her know she had a job to do. She only hesitated for a moment before bolting to where I was sitting, where she waited for me to tell her what I needed.

Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the pair of silky white stockings that I had first put on that fateful New Year's night a few years ago, and one by one I rolled them up so that it was easier to pull them up my legs. One after the other, I put on the opaque white stockings, situating the garter-less tops just over the middle of my thighs. Kass reached out and helped me smooth out any wrinkles or creases, and the feel of her warm hands on my legs had both of us breathing much heavier than usual. I also asked her to help buckle on the high heel school girl shoes, and the scorching eroticism as she caressed my feet was making my labia quiver in anticipation.

"I need you to help me tie this on," I told her, pulling a special set of panties out of the bag as I stood up.

"Ok," was the only word that Kass could muster, and her voice was rough, and she could barely speak.

The panties, which I had custom made for tonight, were made of white silk and looked more like a tie on bikini bottom than underwear. When giving the shop my design, I also made sure that there was an extra absorbent patch sewn into the gusset. Part of the reason for this, and why I wanted Kass' help in getting dressed, was because I wanted to make sure that I was as wet as I could be before I removed them and placed them in Paul's pocket as a souvenir. The goal was to make sure that he, and by extension, Kass, had something that they could enjoy together to remind themselves of this evening. And since smell is one of the most potent triggers of memory, I was damn well going to make sure that the cloth positively oozed my scent for a long time to come.

It was clear that my plan was working, because while Kass was brushing her hands against my hyper-sensitive thighs while making sure that the panties were on right, I could feel myself dripping like a leaky faucet. I was trembling as her hot breath flowed over my skin while she tied both side knots, and I was pretty sure that it took an incredible amount of will power for her not to stick out her tongue and steal a taste of my gushing core. She stood and stared me in the eyes for a moment before brushing her lips over mine, with the barest of touches, as she walked around behind me and tied the last knot that went around the base of my tail so that the cloth didn't slide down my legs at the wrong time.

Kelli was already finished with her preparations, and stood in the corner near the counter she had been using. I could see the hunger in her eyes, and feel the white hot lust she had for me coming over our bond, but it was mixed with an aching desire for Kass that she had clearly never felt before. I looked at the emotional web that had been a part of the relationship we had between the four of us, and I watched in amazement once again as the feelings that had tied us together for the last couple of years added more connections and wove itself even tighter around all of our hearts. Without Paul in the room I could not see his connections, but I felt them as clear as I saw the others.

By the time I came back to my senses I realized that Kass had already placed the stiff, flat skirt around my waist and had attached it in back. She was stroking my shoulder with a gentle hand while her other was busy under the skirt, scratching the base of my tail. Both sensations at once, added to the feelings I was getting from Kelli, made me gush another bucket of my juices into the cloth between my legs. My sensitive nose felt like it was being assaulted by the pungent odor that I was putting off, and the giggles of Kass and Kelli made me realize that it was strong enough for them to smell it too.

"We should really hurry this up," Kelli laughed as she walked over to where we were, her hips swaying with a delicious rhythm in the tight khaki pants she had on. "If this goes on too much longer, someone is going to find the three of us tangled up together with our clothes already off. Then what would we say?"

"Oh god, that would be completely humiliating," Kass agreed with a grin. "I'm sure we'd get over it, but I think Paul would be disappointed at not receiving his surprise."

We all shared another laugh with each other as the two of them helped me put on the tight corset with its attached apron, and doing so with more touching of my breasts that was necessary. Each graze of their fingers, or squeeze of the sensitive mounds that they were manipulating ramped me up so high that I nearly orgasmed right there. What sent me over the edge was when Kelli brushed her finger over the front of the metal collar around my neck and I felt it shift as it changed. I looked in the mirror just in time to see her attach a small, tinkling bell to the loop that now adorned the front of the metal and in that moment I moaned out in climax as I tried not to shake too much.