Story – The Floor Show – Part 4
“The Floor Show”
Part 4 by FurCreamer
IV.
There was a rush of even colder air when the doors swept open. Beyond the Wet Fox Club Theatre descended towards a modest-sized stage, illuminated in low, pre-show lighting. Neither cozy nor enormous, the moderately sized room would probably hold a good 100 patrons had the standard, tight theatre seating been installed. It had not.
Instead of individual seats, the theater’s seating was a series of long, slightly curved couches. Each couch was upholstered in black Russian sable that matched the isle “carpet”. Looking down, Svetlana saw what her boots felt, that the floor was covered in fur, one of the most expensive imaginable. Between the rows of couches was a good five feet of open space, allowing for much more than just the stretching of long legs.
The scent of new fur permeated the room. New fur and light perfumes, to be more exact. It struck her that every piece of fur in the theatre was, in fact, brand new. There had to be literally millions of dollars in sable just to carpet the place.
The carpet and upholstery wasn’t the end, though, it was merely the beginning. Strewn over the curved seating couches and piled on the wide floor between were massive pillows, coats, muffs, stoles, and hats in a myriad different shades and hues of fox. Big, thick coats, long full stoles, and giant barrel muffs were simply laying on the couches, all just as fresh and new as the sable carpeting. Some lynx and chinchilla were also mixed in for a bit of variety.
Finally, a rack of fox coats like the one that decorated the main club also ran down the walls of the theatre. It was equally if not better stocked than the one that rung the outer club wall. Svetlana let her usual callous disregard faded a bit, and she allowed herself to be duly impressed with the theatre.
Not the shy sort, Svetlana led Hellena down to the front row of couches and, after pushing a pile of blue fox muffs to the floor, took a seat. Hellena sat next to her, whispering in low tones, “This place is fucking heaven.” The goth punk rocker t-girl picked up one of the big blue fox barrel muffs from the floor and started rubbing it with her long black nails. “This bitch is some quality fox, too.”
Taking in the theatre’s stage, Svetlana was hardly surprised to see the curtains were dyed red fox, a shade slightly darker than the bright one of her own massive ankle-length coat. The stage itself was one of the few things not covered in fur. Though a lip of fox edged the rise to the stage, the stage itself, or what could be seen of it before the heavy fox curtains, was a classic polished hardwood. Though the noise in the theatre was quickly rising as more patrons filed in, she thought she could hear activity beyond the curtain.
Svetlana’s focus on the exquisite decoration of the theatre allowed time to pass quickly The lights dimmed and she craned her head around to take in the crowd before the big floor show started. The theatre wasn’t particularly crowded. Solo or in groups, the gurls were giving one other quite a bit of room on the couches or sprawled on the pillows on the floor. Still, there was a good 50 gorgeous, decadent t-girls draped in big, silky furs in the theatre now.
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