Story – The Floor Show – Part 5
“The Floor Show”
Part 5 by FurCreamer
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“Ladies and hot, sexy bitches, welcome to the show,” came a voice, amplified by the theatre’s sound system. “Introducing your hostess for this evening, Queen Quinn Cumbunny!”
She arrived stage right, and Svetlana recognized her immediately. Confidently she danced across the stage to the short, thumping rock intro music. Svetlana was quite certain this was the same t-girl furrier she and her friends had paid a call on at closing time one night a year ago. Lead by the enigmatic Tiffany, Svetlana, Hellena-as-Heaven, Mocha, and Jing took a wonderfully sticky toll on Quinn’s inventory that night. Tiffany had paid her off, of course, when all was “spent.” She paid enough for all the ruined furs, and a little advance for some extra “work.”
Now the diminutive t-girl with the dreams of massive jugs appeared to have had them realized. Her height had not changed, but it was quite obvious the massive tits on her chest weren’t just extra stuffing, at least of the “external” variety. Quinn had sported some big silicon globes before, but these were almost twice that size, and no doubt the result of some exceptionally custom work. Quinn’s huge fox outfit was also custom tailored to accommodate them.
The giant white fox jacket/skirt/boot combo fit her scientifically enhanced curves like a glove. Her round ass swayed, casing the long, thick “pleats” of white fox pelts that made up her skirt to swing back and forth in time with the rhythm of her movements. The giant bolero jacket that sat atop her shoulders was wide enough in front to cover those giant tits with glistening white fur that bounced up and down at it strained to contain them. The jacket’s cuffs were the size of barrel muffs and rose up her elbows, and the towering collar rose up over the back of her head. Cuffs, arms, and collar were fringed with long white fox boa tails that flung themselves about as she moved. Finally her white fox thigh-boots were fringed in additional white fox boa tails that moved fluidly to the dancing motion of her legs.
Quinn’s voice was broadcast through the theatre’s speakers via the small wireless mic attached to her ear and curled across her right cheek. “Hey there, bitches! Time to slag some fur!” she announced to the cheering crowd. Hellena was cheering right along. Svetlana remained content to sit and pay attention, as befitted her chilly persona.
“I’m Quinn Cumbunny and I have the utmost pleasure to running this fucked up cream-fest for you gurls tonight. I love this job, it’s part Ringmaster, part Targetmaster,” she exclaimed, thrusting her hips forward and rubbing the fox skirt pleats over her crotch. “Before we get started, let me go over the rules,” she said, with an exaggerated unhappy face.
“They’re simple, enjoy the show and stay in your seats. I know you gals’ll get all nice’n'horny, but all those luscious seat warmers are out there for a reason. Get those rocks off as much as you like, just don’t rush the stage, no matter how hot I look!”
A chorus of giggles rustled through the theatre. Svetlana presumed the various coats, hats, muffs and other furs strewn around the theatre were just the “party favors” Quinn said they were. She resisted the urge to draw one of the muffs piled up at her feet to her crotch just yet. Hellena was already pawing one, one hand working at the snaps on her skirt belt. A quick glance around the theatre behind her indicated others were less shy as well. Some gurls were openly stroking as Quinn spoke.
“Okay, let’s get this party popping!”
With that the tall fox curtains pulled back to reveal the rest of the stage. There were no elaborate backgrounds to it, just 2 long racks of furs, similar to the ones that rung the theatre and the club beyond. These were larger, and sported the most enormous examples of fox coats, muffs, stoles, hats, and more. “I present tonight’s set of victims!” Quinn announced, walking down and back, running her hand over the big, heavy sleeves and cuffs, “And a fine set they are!”
Returning to the side of the stage, Quinn flung out her arm, the big white fox boa tails leaping outward at the movement. “Let’s to get spewin’! Without further ado, our first act of night, the horny Bunny!”
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