"Mmm... John..." Vriska moaned as John's once rough thrusts became shallow and out-of-pace as he came hard. His breathing was thick and raspy and she couldn't help but moan as she came to the point of her orgasm. She rode it out, moaning loudly as her nails clawed into his flesh beneath the black dress shirt. Her leotard had been discarded in the dressing room somewhere and the only items she wore were her black, cobweb stockings, the Cobalt blue garter and the blue stiletto heels. Not to mention his Neon green tie that was draped between her perky breasts.

"Cobalt..." John moaned quietly, his voice raspy as he slid out of her and slid down, leaving her with a nice, cobalt hickey on her hip. He had ignored the other side, seeing the cobweb tattoo that she donned on her left hip.

"It's... Vriska..." Vriska moaned, knowing she'd probably just made a big mistake telling him her name but she didn't care. He'd satisfied her in a way few men did. John, he had understood she wasn't for the gentle sex that most girls were up for. He was rough and she liked that... a lot. He'd pulled her hair, left her with hickeys that only she would see, bit her thighs when he'd had his mouth there. He was good considering he seemed to be more for the more gentle side of sex.

Dave yawned, eager to see the next dance. Nepeta had stalked off to backstage, saying she had a dance soon. One dancer had already been on and Dave was pretty sure he recognized her but he didn't know where from. Either way, he was just hopeful that this next dance was going to be the performance Nepeta had promised him.

As the music began, Dave was pretty sure he recognized the song from his sister's iPod. Maybe. But as the mist surrounded the base of the poles, Dave felt his eyes bug out of their sockets. The sultry smirks upon the two girls at the back would've caused most of the men to bust the zip on their pants as their cleavage was pressed against the pole. Teal and Jade, at least he was sure that was their names were considering that was the color of their bunny ears. After all, they both looked pretty sultry on those poles.

But it was the main act that commanded the most attention. Nepeta strutted onto the stage, her hips swinging elegantly from side to side as she walked over to the pole in the middle before expertly spinning around it. Her curves were perfectly accentuated by the light but it was her fluidity and sureness in her movements as she moved that made it so intriguing. The way her face and body were the pinnacle of seduction as she fluttered her long black lashes at the male audience. Then, she expertly slid down the pole upside down, her double-D cleavage practically bursting out of the corset-leotard they had been stuffed into. The pressure on his pants was excruciating.

As the music sped up a little, she went back up, span around and down before glancing about the audience. The way her look was, it made a tiny bead of sweat appear on Dave's pierced brow as she gave a sultry wink and placed her index finger in her mouth, sucking it gently before spinning back around the pole. Her movements were elegant and fluent but precise. Every little movement served a purpose to seduce and it was quite clear as her hips swung from left to right.

When the music finished, Dave wasn't sure how he felt. To him, it was like he'd been placed under the bar of the cruelest torture but he'd enjoyed every single second of it. After five minutes, Nepeta returned to the table and took back her glass of red wine. She was giving him a smile that seemed oddly innocent in light of what she'd just done. All those sexy moves being replaced by her usual, bubbly self. It was... Dave just didn't have a reaction for it.

"So?" Nepeta purred, sipping her wine.

Dave gulped before saying, "Wow..."

Nepeta giggled slightly before looking at the crystal clock on the wall. It shone saying eleven and Nepeta smiled gleefully, pulling a black marker from between her breasts and holding her hand out to Dave. Confused, he gave her his hand and watched as she pushed the red sleeve to show a pale arm. He knew she could see the lighter scars from his traumatic childhood but she didn't seem to mind. Either way, she wrote down eleven numbers on his arm and an address on his arm before tossing the pen into his lap. He noticed the fact the pen was a sharpie and smiled.

"I gotta get to my hive but feel furee to call me." Nepeta purred, standing up and getting ready to go.

"I could drive you home, you know." Dave offered, to which Nepeta shook her head, pulling a small card from her garter. It had one number on it.

"Mew ought call a cab." Nepeta purred before strutting over to the dressing room.

Vriska had just dressed back in her normal clothes, having finished her shift. She was dressed in a denim shirt that was tied to show off her navel piercing and a pair of blue skinny jeans that clung to her legs like a second skin. Her shoes were a pair of white stiletto peep toes and she had put her glasses on to give her a slightly more sophisticated look. Tonight, she was headed home with John.

"I take it you had the one called John?"

Vriska span to look at Nepeta before grinning, "A quick fuck, yeah."

"Purrfect description, Vriska. Thanks." Nepeta shook her head, trying to rid herself of the grotesque image. She quickly dressed in the olive camisole, the denim skirt and white leggings. She quickly pulled on the camo jacket and camo sneakers before pulling her short waves into a ponytail. She was cute but Vriska had no idea how the girl did it. She could go from being a sexy little bunny to a cute little kitten in seconds. It was a skill Vriska lacked and she was pleased about that. But, damn, it could be infuriating.