Story – The Floor Show – Part 2
“The Floor Show”
by FurCreamer
II.
“Indeed,” Svetlana purred, taking in the scene before her.
The club was a mass of feminine figures in expensive furs. A haze of smoke clouded the high ceiling, from which club lights dazzled the senses. The interior itself was a merging of the old world elegance displayed in the hallway and a sleek electronic design.
All of this was fringed in fur. The most obvious examples being the large columns that dotted the main room. Each one was completely sheathed in a different kind of fox. Seats, lounge chairs, and even the walls were upholstered in rich, silky fox, lynx and in some cases chinchilla. Fox coats hung from the walls on a large rack that completely surrounded the main room. The coats were packed tightly on the rack, and the sheer length of it meant there has to literally be thousands of them decorating the club.
Screens dotted the walls in various places, suspended nearly at the ceiling over the huge all-encompassing coat rack. Each one displayed a different looped set of HD videos showing various glamorous t-girls pleasuring themselves with fur. Ordinarily such video would be rather enthralling, but here it was just background noise, a distraction from the wonders that played out live before them.
The clubs patrons locked Svetlana’s attention. Furs, furs, and more furs danced, embraced, stood, and gyrated before her, all upon the backs of their ultra-glam owners. She immediately noticed some of the assembled patrons wore little to confine their finely groomed reproductive organs. Some in long coats swayed with the music, erections slapping against the sides of their furs, or more often, on the furs of their dance partners. Some of the girls wore little else other than huge bolero jackets or massive stoles, exposing not only their fat cocks but their taught, sculpted asses as they sashayed through the club.
All were not similarly exposed. Many preferred the elaborate costumes of the kind Svetlana and Hellena wore. Myriad combinations of elaborate furs, boots, and hats mingled together. Rising above the partying masses, some versions of Vegas showgirl hats moved like massive swaying trees. Instead of the usual feathers, fox stoles dangled from the massive headpieces. In all, it was a dizzying smörgåsbord of opulent furs and perfectly toned flesh.
“Never want to leave…”
Svetlana smiled, patting Hellena’s chubby coat. “Nonsense, you’ll eventually run out of sperm… Even with our little pills.”
It only took a few additional moments of observation to connect the club’s name with the patron’s activities. At one of the fox columns nearest them, this one sheathed in crystal fox, a tall queen in a long, flowing black fox coat ground her hips into the crystal fox of the column. Her large cock was lost in the deep, plush fur each time she jerked her hips forward. The black fox she wore was something to be seen. The exquisitely enormous fox coat had a high collar and double bevel sleeves, and, most amazingly, a five foot train dragging the floor behind her stiletto heels.
The sight of the tall queen humping the crystal fox column in the huge black fox would have been amazing enough, but she wasn’t alone. Three other, shorter girls, all of them in chubby lynx jackets, high thigh boots, and little else, stood behind her, their boot heels atop the train of the black fox and their cocks grinding furiously against the back of the coat. Their clenched, tight asses were thrusting forward wildly, driving their dicks like pistons into the plush black fox coat. Reedy thin, the gurls atop the black fox coat’s long train were well hung and obviously hungry for release.
Release they did, almost in unison. Svetlana licked her lips as she watched all three pull back and start spurting long white ropes of white semen up the back of the fox. Spurt followed spurt followed spurt as each one gasped, jerking their pumping she-cocks to maximum effect. White strings and blobs flew up the back of the huge black coat. Whatever missed simply splattered down on top of the long fox train between their legs. Soon the tall queen’s fox was a mess of wet pelts form the top of the high collar all the way down to the long train on the floor. Each horny tranny has shot at least twelve full and thick bursts of cum on the back of the coat.
“Mmm, yes, my kind of club,” Svetlana purred.
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