A/N: Before reading this story, this will be atypical for this series. Professor Goodwitch (Glynda) is looking for action at the strip club where Jaune is also working as a dancer named the Naughty Kitty or Chat. Chat is Glynda's favorite dancer and also her favorite pet. Step into their world as even huntsmen and student have facades of their own.

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Written by [thegirlfriendoftheauthor] and co-written by yours truly!

Glynda Goodwitch was the lady of the night. Clothed in the uniform that symbolized authority, truth, and provision of the children became only an aberration as she walked into the alleyway of the back streets of Vale. She swayed her hips, walking with a purpose. Nestled in a crevice of the alleyway was a bar called Secrets. A desolate kind of dive bar, located off-the-grid. The sort of place where the huntsmen exchanged their masks for hidden ones. It was where they can shed their facades of protecting and serving to cascade to chase and numb their sorrows.

"Password." A gruff-voiced gentleman spoke behind the door. It gave the blonde professor a feeling of a speakeasy. His crimson eyes furrowed toward the professor. No, the lady of the night, for what she was getting into didn't require a lecture. She pressed her well-manicured nails to the peephole, protruding her lips to the gentleman. "What I am looking is oh so fun, that it is a crime." It followed by a peck on his bushy cheek.

The metal doors unlocked, unhinging the barricade that separated them. He nodded, allowing Glynda access to the establishment. She patted him on his chest, sliding an undisclosed dollar bill into his pocket. She walked the narrow corridor that was going to take her to her destination. A place where she had visited many, many times before.

Jaune Arc was well-reserved, shy. Nevertheless, the blonde has charisma. He was talented. He had guile. A dream to strive and prosper in the world of famous huntsmen. He worked for Schnee's brand. He already knew if he wanted to, he would be the sole heir of the empire if Jacquee wanted to since he was trying to make Weiss his fancy. Those were the things that were of Jaune Arc.

However, in the midst of the night, the Naughty Kitty brings a whole new life. The Mysterious Arc, the Naughty Kitty, or simply Chat was the crown jewel of Secrets. He had a lovable personality that attracted his clients. He never had to do much to make them purr. The young lad didn't have rhythm. The poor soul couldn't dance. However, it was his awkwardness. It was his cocky facade and skin-tight leather suit that gave the customers a purr of their own. Swaying his hips, swinging his tail, and his trademark, ringing the bell, customers were lining up to see him dance. They would spend their pension to have a few minutes with the tomcat.

His smile, alluring and making his clients scream. A pleasure that he always enjoyed. What Jaune couldn't do, Chat could make it better.

He was an hour into his shift. He had just finished doing a lap dance with a client. A foreigner from Australia, the woman gave him money, her number and where she was staying. Even left a parting gift of a womanly aroma after their encounter. He was walking to the bar as he was wiping off her juices with his handkerchief.

"A scotch, strong." Chat talked to the bartender. As he was waiting for his drink, the white-skinned who Chat charmingly called him the Cardinal came and sat beside him.

"My enemy," said the Cardinal as he ordered a drink as well.

"Only when we cross those doors," replied Chat. Outside of those doors, he and Cardin Winchester would be at each other's throats. But behind these doors, Chat and Cardinal were the best of friends, even danced together in order to make a few dollars to please their women.

Chat took his drink and took a couple of swallows before slamming it down on the table. "This will help me for the night."

"Hey, look over to your twelve, Chat," said the Cardinal.

Chat (Jaune) glared through the dancers and the clients before recognizing a familiar.

Glynda

He tapped the table with his nimble fingers, asking for another drink. He licked his lips as he saw his lady of the night. Even as she was sitting at the table alone, acting nonchalant, Chat felt the power she emitted. He was acutely aware of the pride, the energy she created. Her womanhood, her prowess was her greatest weapon. It didn't have to take much for Glynda to get inside of his kitty box.

She has done it more than once.

He received his second glass. He slid it over to the Cardinal (Cardin). "Got to go, buddy. My owner is here."

He left the bartender on cue as the DJ turned switched over to some slow jams. It was the type of bedroom music that should be played when passion is warranted or when one is preparing to become pregnant. He let out a devilish smile. From the distance, she played coy, acting as if he wasn't there.

He saw she flexing her fingers very delicately by every digit.

It was her cue that she was wanting her pet.

Glynda sat at the table while drinking on her lemon water. She never was a drinker. She never had the desire. Why would she need to be inebriated if she wasn't able to enjoy the opportunity to be with her dancer? The club knew when Glynda entered the club, Chat was exclusively hers.

Professor Goodwitch would have detested of going to this kind of establishment. Going to a woman's club to watch men shed their skin for some lust and twenty minutes of happiness? She was a woman of wisdom, knowledge, charisma. She was a go-getter, the kind who had dreams and visions.

However, Glynda's dream was to make Chat her vision.

It wasn't long when she got her wish.

"Evening, Glynda," said Chat in a low, sultry tone. He leaned toward the table, keeping his eyes on his lady. She fixed her lips, cracking her knuckles. "My naughty puss puss, did you forget how you address your owner?"

His response was met with a lick of his hand. He purred to her side of the seat before speaking. "My humble apologies to my mistress of the night. This lowly pet must've forgotten his place."

She crossed her legs, keeping a calm composure. "In case you forgot. See to it that it doesn't happen again. Understand!"

He came forward, licking his hand once more. "Meow!"

She displayed her teeth, extending her hand to her kitten, running her hair through his hair. She frowned as she began sniffing. "Have you been sharing your litter box?" She took her softened hands to his chin, squeezing. "Hmm?"

He blinked nervously, closing his eyes. "Sorry, Mistress! I didn't know you were coming."

She pulled his chin forward. Professor Goodwitch would have nervously been afraid to do such an act. Glynda loved to put a man in her place. "No, no, no," she lightly slapped his cheek with her free hand. "No, my little naughty kitten. My naughty puss puss, you know to never allow others to share my litter box."

Chat became enthralled by her control. He was appreciative of the dark for it hid his budding erection in his leather suit. "Please, mistress, have mercy on me."

"Why should I have mercy on you, my pet," she purred while keeping his grip. Unbeknownst to him, she knew he was pitching a tent. The intensity of their interaction was foreplay.

For he wasn't the only feeling tension underneath her tight uniform.

"I have to make money, mistress. I didn't know when you were coming back," he said nervously. Even though within, it was turning him on.

"Sounds like a personal problem. Under any circumstances, my orders are absolute," said Glynda. "What do you think we should do about it?" Her delicate hand reached to his groin, leaving goosebumps in his wake and causing a small shiver to run through his body. A soft moan escaped his lips, and he didn't try to hide it.

"What...should...we...do...about...it?" She wanted him to moan. She wanted him to be embarrassed. For she was feeling moist, aroused. This wasn't enough for the lady of the night.

"I...think...I...should...be...punished," he managed to say as she continued to rub on his dick.

She smiled. "I think a punishment is a clever idea."

To be continued….